Bum Lyrics

Ya bitch don't want you, cause you broke and a bum

We smoke Bumfeet, we do not smoke no Runtz

If you really on shit, how'd you run with ya gun

How you smoking on my mans, you gon' end up in a blunt

Ten bands what I paid for the fit, i'ma stunt

How the fuck you balling? You ain't even make the cut

He said he saw me, must ain't have his gun

Yeah that boy saw me and I made that boy run

Where the fuck you think you going? Don't get too excited

Cause right in that car gon' be where ya life is

They can see me from a far, it's that crazy ass white kid

Now they checkin' all they pockets tryna see where they pipe is

Damn, you must of left it at the crib

And now you thinking in ya head, like why the fuck I do that shit

Yeah I'm looking at his face and he look confused as shit

Little do he know I'm boutta fucking boom his shit

You got a jammed ass Glock, we gon' let the Ruger hit

You posting Tik Toks, you's a real fruity kid

You don't fuck no bitches, all you do is booty lick

The bitch tryna line me, i'ma have to shoot the bitch

You be writing all ya raps, I don't fucking do that shit

Bitch I'm making all the racks, I ain't really new to this

Heard that boy talking hot, Draco got a cooling kit

Stop tryna go band for band, you gon' lose that shit

Yeah I hit him and his mans, they was both talking shit

When you pass by me, watch where you walking bitch

Real cash on me, while you just talking rich

Opps all up in the weed, i'ma go and spark this shit

Oh shit, we just caught em' in his whip

Now his dumbass staying all parked up in the whip

Catch him in his house, commit arson to the crib

He said I wasn't going far, but now i'm farther then him

Oh shit, I'm like a father to him

Cause I smacked the fuck out em' and I told em' how it is

Cause that youngboul pretty much my mother-fucking kid

And y'all youngbouls pretty much ain't never been on shit

Im talking to the grown men too

If I point a stick at his feet make him do dance moves

He was talkin' real crazy, now he boxed like a can food

Yeah the gas that I'm smoking two hundred for a handful

Posting money on the gram, like where the fuck did yo bands go

You in the mall begging for some free samples

Bought a ticket to the Opp's show, and he canceled

They was talking on the gang, now it's handled