Bumpstockboyz

(Getta Beats)
Nyah
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah

They ain't got enough for the meal, let alone the tip
The life that I live, they'll sell they soul for this
That ain't Tris, that's some Karo and melatonin mixed
Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin' stolen whips
All this ice on me, R.I.P. to Lou Gehrig
The way you walk around snitchin', you the new sheriff
Everybody cap nowadays, that's the new era
Telegrammin' with a translator, they speak, you scared

Blood dog, but I'll hit my shot like J.J. Barea
I'm a fuckin' robot, Tron AKA Mega
F&N, Glocks, Vicks, AKs, and Berettas
I was playin' in that rain, Beyblade's an umbrella
Okay, CUFC, KFC, IDM
Huh, we gon' win in four
That's ten rackays every time I hit record
And another ten every time I hit export
Punchmade like I'm Dev, punch gotta be exact
When I die, I'ma rise like I'll be right back
When I was broke, nobody signed on my cast
Jugg Messiah, it was Voss, now it's pie in my glass
Throwback Melo, I just made a dime and a half
He ain't make it to the league, dude died before draft
I think I grew up on the jet, I was fly before rap
All the sons that I birthed, give me my lingo back
Long live Lil $cam, give me my amigo back
We'll have the plug like, "Give me my kilos back"
I ain't get a meal for Christmas, where the C.Os at?
Y'all a gang full of reds, lil' bro Deebo Straps
BumpStockBoyz, that is not a CO2 tank
I was shootin' real guns since the BO2 days
Shout out 5-1-3-0-2-8
It's McNulty's on the case, we need a new play
Told my hitter bring his head and he gon' get a bonus half
On that road, we only take short stops, Honus Wagner
Lil Fuzz fightin' demons, he'll choke the pastor
Family never had a millionaire, I broke the pattern
The icebox got more gold than a pirate's chest
Since my first loud blunt, ain't heard silence yet
Broke headshots, we max out at a violent threat
Amethyst grill matched with a violet bev
Bitch, we livin' lavish
Poured a six in Southfield, woke up on 6th and Gratiot
No contest, my bitch the baddest
All these sticks 'round me, you would think I'm in a cabin (nyah)
No sweat, guarantee we beat the shot clock
Catch an opp out, boy, we beat 'em, bop-bop
Mop, mop
Face card high, still'll pop out with the top dropped

Hey, ShittyBoyz
Dog$hit Millitia
Two L's and a dollar sign
You hip, Skip? Huh
Trončić, Trončić
Trončić, Trončić
Nyah

They ain't got enough for the meal, let alone the tip
The life that I live, they'll sell they soul for this
That ain't Tris, that's some Karo and melatonin mixed
Call brodie Yank, his first job was sellin' stolen whips
All this ice on me, R.I.P. to Lou Gehrig
The way you walk around snitchin', you the new sheriff
Everybody cap nowadays, that's the new era
Telegrammin' with a translator, they speak, you scared