Gumpshun

Big KRIT

[Hook:]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma use to say

Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun

[Verse 1:]

First off, I'm the country of the countriest

Mississippi *****, what you know about that country ****?

Hold on, prolong I'm doing what you thanking

Naw it ain't the chittlings that got this **** here stanking

Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub boomin'

Shawty I been stroking is what I been doing

Everybody got something to say about how we get down when we get down

Cause it 38's on the crown vic

So I use the ladder to get down with

They think its for the pickens is what im found with

Her face uhh ass outstanding

She micro braided I pull it and pound it

That malt liqour keep a ***** grounded

On the porch with my kin folk lounging

Up underneath the stars

They talk about my state but they know jus who we are

[Hook:]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma use to say

Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun

[Verse 2:]

Psychedelically excelling on daytons and vogues

Debonaireness majestic I'm killing these hoes

Sprinkle game of the greenest the meanest of flows

Plant a seed in your mental and leave in to grow

Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy

Evenly so buy me some gators and pull up the caddy

Open my door, chauffeur my car 'round and clean up my palace

Throw on my robe, run my bathe water and fill up my chalice

Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream

If that ***** needs ramming I'm bantering

Player made tailor made

Always in the gator state

92 bulls on a fool thats how players play

For the win like MJ straight away

Shook em off no time left **** it fade away

Buzzer its all over with

Champagne lobster and shrimp

[Hook:]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma use to say

Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun

[Verse 3:]

Ah playa play on

I roller skate on

I was taught to give them something just to hate on

Like a ford engine light I jus stay on

To find a yella belly I can take home

Or lay on, cause it ain't nothing bout a skill to

You either get her done barbecue or meal due

Let the superfly inside you steer you

Because being lame is a disease and can kill you

So let me put you on these hoes

Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be vogue

Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly globe

Chromed out bumper with the Cobain doors

That's suicide **** if you didn't know that

Need a lil pimping baby girl let me pour that

Sow that up with some dough on it

I was born with the gift of gab so ************ throw a bow on it

[Hook:]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma use to say

Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun

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