(That’s my voice, this is me)
You know I smoke gumbo
You know I smoke gumbo
I been the man before the ’Gram, they say I got lit off Clubhouse
I’m not a regular person, I gotta get head with my gun out
See an opp, I see an opp and I’ma dumb out
All the b#tches gon’ come out
I leave the spot, b#tches run out
Yeah, you know I smoke gumbo
I do not do the Mutombo
All of my blunts be jumbo
Yeah, and she tryna cuddle
I just wanna hit it from the back while I’m pulling on her frontal
I need money like Floyd and I’m just tryna get my read on
Yeah, my b#tch like b#tches, I tell them b#tches get thеy eat on
b#tches screaming too loud, I had to lеave the TV on
Had to leave to get the money, on the freeway, I threw a beat on
I took your b#tch, she a sweetheart, I intercepted like I’m Deon
Chain cold, lot of Freon
‘Cause that’s the type of sh#t that we on
She want her teeth and her body done, I’ma send a b#tch to DR
I gotta watch what I say ’cause now a n#gg# got a PR
I been the man before the ’Gram, they say I got lit off Clubhouse
I’m not a regular person, I gotta get head with my gun out
See an opp, I see an opp and I’ma dumb out
All the b#tches gon’ come out
I leave the spot, b#tches run out
I been the
Yeah, you know I smoke gumbo
I do not do the Mutombo
All of my blunts be jumbo
Yeah, I need cake, funnel
I need money, I hustle
Six hundred, that’s for one O
Big dog, you a peon
I’m somebody you could lean on
This a Wraith, not a Nissan
That’s the type of sh#t that we on
She want me sing to her p#ss#, I gotta get my R&B on
She brought seafood for the crib, they done turned her EBT on
Look, bro ain’t really with no music sh#t, he just love to shoot, he’ll bug out
He go crazy when he dumb out
Droptops when the sun out
I need a bag just to come out
So much money, won’t run out
Old head wanna squabble, well, he gon’ get knocked the f#ck out
I been the man before the ‘Gram, they say I got lit off Clubhouse
I’m not a regular person, I gotta get head with my gun out
See an opp, I see an opp and I’ma dumb out
All the b#tches gon’ come out
I leave the spot, b#tches run out
I been the man before the ‘Gram, they say I got lit off Clubhouse
I’m not a regular person, I gotta get head with my gun out
See an opp, I see an opp and I’ma dumb out
All the b#tches gon’ come out
I leave the spot, b#tches run out
Yeah
You know I smoke gumbo
You know I smoke gumbo
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