Ayy, Bushman
Ayy, uh
We're trappin' like we're tryna bring the '80s back
I drop the bounce, but I'm tryna bring her baby back
I crush the birds, still like to get a groovy
I'll still serve them, bitch, I'm not boujee
My hotline, it bling like a beeper
Bushman got the base bumpin' through your speakers
Sucker MC's, don't want no beats either
'Ready? Done, know your honey, I'll just thief her
I was cookin' booger sugar in a beaker
I watch the junky's nose bleed from the blessure
That guy that keeps on OD, just take a chill pill, dude
(Oh my God, bro, I'm so fuckin' zen right now)
I ain't gon' lie, I poppеd a chill pill too
And I just payed my lawyer, so I'm in a good mood
All the hottiеs wanna ride me, I'm like, "Totally, dude!"
(Yeah, yeah, gnarly, gnarly)
It's so funny, real, real funny
Everywhere I go, you know I make it smell funky
I will turn the trap house into Soul Train
Still wanna see me boogie down with your auntie, ayy
I gave her half a Perky, like fuck the oxy
If she do morphine, then how we talkin'?
My shooters like to slide in, goddamn, just lot pissed
We would really slap shots at you fuckin' jive turkeys
We're trappin' like we're tryna bring the '80s back
I drop the bounce, but I'm tryna bring her baby back
I crush the birds, still like to get a groovy
I'll still serve them, bitch, I'm not boujee
My hotline, it bling like a beeper
Bushman got the base bumpin' through your speakers
Sucker MC's, don't want no beats either
'Ready? Done, know your honey, I'll just thief her
Yeah, what's wrong with these fuckin' sucker MC's?
Bushman, I don't like sucker MC's