GUMMO Freestyle by TAKECAREVXBES Lyrics
[Verse 1: M.A.L.C.]
Pop These Niggas Like The Cork
Off The Top Of A Champagne Bottle
Everybody Stopped Believing Me
After My Own Debacle
All My Peoples Switching Sides
Like They Lost With No One To Follow
If You Niggas Want Religion
I Got You, I’ll Make You Hollow
Somewhat More Like Superstitions
I’m Vicious, And Pessimistic
That Last Line Take A Second to Pick Up
Before You Get It
These Niggas Hella Sick
And They Begging For Your Forgiveness
They Come Running Back to You
Like Way More Than Ungrateful Bitches
I Ain’t Never Dealt With This Shit Before
These People Be Trippin’
Knocking On My Door Like The Police
And I’ll Go Missing
Hopping Out The Window
Hop In The Whip, Start The Engine
Doing What These People
Could Never Do In My Mentions
She Choking Hella Hard On My— Wait
Wait, Wait, Wait
She Bobbing to The Beat On My— Wait
Wait, Wait, Wait
She Bobbing Offbeat On My Dick
She Gotta Blueface
She Lean Up Tryna Gimme A Kiss
I Pass Her Toothpaste
Ruthless Like A Animal
I’m The Truth In My Section
Call Me Mr. Get It Done
Can’t Waste Time With You, Ain’t No Texting
Ain’t No Calling, Ain’t No Link Ups
A Listen I Got A Question
How You Asking For A Hand Out
But Quick to Show Your Deception?
Don't Got Time For Anybody That’s Turning
And Acting Fake
I Buss My Ass With All The Work That I Do
And Put On Display
And Do Shit For Other People
While In The End I Feel Played
Wash My Hands of The Ungrateful
I’m On My Own Anyways
Fuck It
I’d Rather Pull Up In A Black, Lexus Whip
All The Windows Tinted
With The Rims Looking Sick
Knots In My Pockets
& They Thicker Than Yo Bitch
I Don’t Do No Counterfeit
& Can’t Nobody Tell Me Shit
Pop These Niggas Like The Cork
Off The Top Of A Champagne Bottle
Everybody Stopped Believing Me
After My Own Debacle
All My Peoples Switching Sides
Like They Lost With No One To Follow
If You Niggas Want Religion
I Got You, I’ll Make You Hollow
Somewhat More Like Superstitions
I’m Vicious, And Pessimistic
That Last Line Take A Second to Pick Up
Before You Get It
These Niggas Hella Sick
And They Begging For Your Forgiveness
They Come Running Back to You
Like Way More Than Ungrateful Bitches
I Ain’t Never Dealt With This Shit Before
These People Be Trippin’
Knocking On My Door Like The Police
And I’ll Go Missing
Hopping Out The Window
Hop In The Whip, Start The Engine
Doing What These People
Could Never Do In My Mentions
She Choking Hella Hard On My— Wait
Wait, Wait, Wait
She Bobbing to The Beat On My— Wait
Wait, Wait, Wait
She Bobbing Offbeat On My Dick
She Gotta Blueface
She Lean Up Tryna Gimme A Kiss
I Pass Her Toothpaste
Ruthless Like A Animal
I’m The Truth In My Section
Call Me Mr. Get It Done
Can’t Waste Time With You, Ain’t No Texting
Ain’t No Calling, Ain’t No Link Ups
A Listen I Got A Question
How You Asking For A Hand Out
But Quick to Show Your Deception?
Don't Got Time For Anybody That’s Turning
And Acting Fake
I Buss My Ass With All The Work That I Do
And Put On Display
And Do Shit For Other People
While In The End I Feel Played
Wash My Hands of The Ungrateful
I’m On My Own Anyways
Fuck It
I’d Rather Pull Up In A Black, Lexus Whip
All The Windows Tinted
With The Rims Looking Sick
Knots In My Pockets
& They Thicker Than Yo Bitch
I Don’t Do No Counterfeit
& Can’t Nobody Tell Me Shit