GUMMY lyrics

[Video Intro: Robert Ontenient]

Me llamo Roberto

Y acabamos de robar un banco

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]

These niggas take me for granted, what would hap' if I vanish?

Bet a hunnid they'd panic, my shooters only speak Spanish

Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard

I can't drive it nowhere so I'll let you niggas take off

Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot

I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off

That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup

My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust

That nigga Kevin can't rap, he too sappy with his shit

He don't rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit

And he 'bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit?

He'll prolly be a little colder, y'all agree with me? Shit

That nigga need to act his age, he ain't acting like a grown up

Ain't that boy from Texas? He ain't acting like a soldier

Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn't awkward

And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me

Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine

When the guns go pow, won't bother us again

I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Bridge: Merlyn Wood]

Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch

Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)

Cash don't mean shit (shit), cried my last tears, bitch

Cashed my last check (check), cash don't mean shit (shit)

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]

Call me king of the niggas, I need a crown made of thorns

God said, "Let there be light", on the day I was born

Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage

I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain

I don't trust no niggas, and I don't trust no bitch

'Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo'-fifth

And a brand new clip, that's my new best friend

'Cause I'm a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib

I ain't sellin' no more, but got my hand in the zip

Whitey gave me the check, I ain't ask for the fame

I used to deal with the grams, 'til they put the cam on my face

Now I'm evading the law, I'm on a high-speed chase

I'm in a big ass truck, I tell 'em get out the way

I gotta couple of warrants, so I'm leaving my state

Now I'm in Cali today, with the sun on my face

I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]

How I'm gon' move at your pace? I'm busy settin' the tone

You think we runnin' together? I'm in a lane of my own

Don't got no friends in this game, it's me and my brothers alone

They thinkin' that we competing, that shit depletin' my bones

I don't need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras

I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I'm a martyr

They hate me when I'm myself, I can't barter with that

You watch us charter these tracks, it's sticking like tartar and plaque

I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters

I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors

I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga

In this world I can't wander, no honor behind the trigger

I could get shot in my back and they'd tell the world that I fought 'em

"We ain't taught 'em nothin' new, but somehow they been gettin' smarter"

That's what they sayin' in private, speaking from that entitlement

We still workin' for titles and makin' tidal environments

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]

Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me

Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine

When the guns go pow, won't bother us again

I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

Cash don't last, my friends will ride with me

Keep 'em in my bag, we robbed a limousine

When the guns go pow, won't bother us again

I don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Bridge: Matt Champion]

Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine

I'm stuck on some bud I hit, underground, we can't compete

Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down

Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down

Fuck, put the windows up, blowin' past the exit now

Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset

Me and all my boys jet, swerving like a doughnut

Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

[Outro: Kevin Abstract & JOBA]

Nigga, whaaaat?

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to

Nigga, whaaaat?

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to

Nigga, whaaaat?

Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to

Nigga, whaaaat? Y-yo

• Artist:Brockhampton
• Album:SATURATION II