Lyrics

[Intro]
(Mega)
Mm, drop (Go, damn, uh, duh, dummy)
Shit, yeah
Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)
Let that bitch ride, Tony (TSABB, bitch)
Ayy, Taliban shit, Al Qaeda, big business (Just let that bitch roll)
600, ayy, 600
I, I (Skrrt), I, I, IDuudIt
[Chorus]
Bump down on 'em (Go)
I could've bumped down on 'em (Could've bumped)
Throw YNs some bread, they walkin' you down, they'll sneak up on you
Watch how they bump down on 'em (Bump)
I could've bumped down on 'em (I could've what?)
We either sit in your bushes and wait to pop out or we spinnin' the corner (Skrrt)
[Verse 1]
.223 on me like Jordan and James (Like who?)
Omarion how I step in the rain (Step)
Blackout flamethrower, Undertaker and Kane
Bringin' heat like Loul Dang (Fah)
Touch me, I end up bustin'
Call Keisha Cole and tell 'em this **** is heaven-sent (Hey, Cole)
Move the body outside and shoot 'em again, it look like we tampered with evidence (Go)
I know some **** that's catchin' a hat, just tryna get rich (Yeah, go)
I know some **** outside like Smokey, back here takin' shh (Yeah, go)
I know a big booty bitch that'll let whole gang in here hit (On God)
And I know smackers— That's clappin' that shit (Uh, duh)
Pockets been eatin', ain't worked out in months, so they obese (Uh, duh)
Cash App crackin', just like eviction, got it out the streets (Uh, duh)
Dope fiends passin' the plate, you can hear Young Dolph yellin', "Preach" (Young ****, preach)
And that's on me (****, that's on me)
****, that's on me (On God)
[Chorus]
Bump down on 'em (Bump)
I could've bumped down on 'em (I could've bumped)
Throw YNs some bread, they walkin' you down, they'll sneak up on you
Watch how they bump down on 'em (Bump)
I could've bumped down on 'em (I could've bumped)
We either sit in your bushes and wait to pop out or we spinnin' the corner (Skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Jumped off the porch, no bungie (Uh)
Natural disaster, my neck look flooded (Look what?)
Kickin' big shit like a punter (Like a punter)
Bangin' the set, same color as pumpkins
Run up a bag, rubbin' my fingers together, just give me my money (Just give me my money)
Came straight out the sewer, "Ro$ama, you got it," goddamn, I knew it was comin' (I knew it)
Plain jane Mueller my wrist watch (My watch)
I'd rather punch down, fuck spit box (Fuck 'em)
And I ain't got no class, got lost in the system, I ended up just like Lynch Mob (Like Lynch Mob)
Ballin' too hard, Jayson Tatum (Like who?)
All in you bitch stomach, prenatal (Uh)
And I ain't from the Chi, but I keep it 600, sound like I been bangin' the label (On Crips, 6)
[Chorus]
Bump down on 'em (Bump)
I could've bumped down on 'em (I could've bumped)
Throw YNs some bread, they walkin' you down, they'll sneak up on you
Watch how they bump down on 'em (Bump)
I could've bumped down on 'em (I could've bumped)
We either sit in your bushes and wait to pop out or we spinnin' the corner (Skrrt)
Written by: Donovan Darkwa, RoDarrion Harrison
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