THUMP by WHOKILLEDXIX Lyrics
[Intro: Yung Skayda]
Your eyes are so red, it's so cute
B-B-Boxcutters
[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]
Just like a rocket, I’ma air it out
Fuck you always talkin' 'bout some niggas I don’t care about?
Made him who he is so I could tear him down
Now his whole squad comin' asking for his whereabouts
I just put a pussy in my blunt, goddamn
Heard your homie slump, fuck, what a cunt, goddamn
She my lil' slut, say what's up, goddamn
Type of nigga slap my dick up on her tongue, goddamn
Turned her up, she was in a rut, goddamn
'Cause her man too pussy to make her cum, goddamn
Thought he heard a thump in the trunk, goddamn
Th-Th-Th-Th-Thugs dumping the pump, goddamn
Cash in the black Louis duffle bag
And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag
Cash in the black Louis duffle bag
And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag
I only know her by her first name
Why you here in the first place?
First day, shawty, can I get a first date?
Last week was her birthday
Hum drum, put a titty on my Glock
Hit her kitty with a cock, on God
[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Just payed four-fifty for the watch
Just watch how I do my lil' dance, on God
[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]
Racks, racks on me
I can’t name a motherfucker fresh like me
Y’all don't really say it with your chest like me
Walk on by and they check, like sheesh
Walk up on your ho, don’t ask what I'm on
Two-step on your grave, ho's up in my phone
I might do a feature for a dollar or like two
Your girl getting hiccups 'cause she swallowing my goo
Fuck up his business, I’m so acidic
Smoking on shorts, yeah
I wanna hit shit, boy, just admit it
You mad that I did it, I'm glad that I did it
Masked up, boy, you better back up
Act up, you gon' get jacked up
Ass up, shawty put that ass up
Gas mask up 'cause we finna gas up
[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Just paid fifteen-hundred for the watch, just watch
Just watch, just watch how I'm on your block
[Chorus: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray (Boxcutters)
Your eyes are so red, it's so cute
B-B-Boxcutters
[Verse 1: Karm The Tool]
Just like a rocket, I’ma air it out
Fuck you always talkin' 'bout some niggas I don’t care about?
Made him who he is so I could tear him down
Now his whole squad comin' asking for his whereabouts
I just put a pussy in my blunt, goddamn
Heard your homie slump, fuck, what a cunt, goddamn
She my lil' slut, say what's up, goddamn
Type of nigga slap my dick up on her tongue, goddamn
Turned her up, she was in a rut, goddamn
'Cause her man too pussy to make her cum, goddamn
Thought he heard a thump in the trunk, goddamn
Th-Th-Th-Th-Thugs dumping the pump, goddamn
Cash in the black Louis duffle bag
And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag
Cash in the black Louis duffle bag
And I can duff a chad if he wanna run the tag
I only know her by her first name
Why you here in the first place?
First day, shawty, can I get a first date?
Last week was her birthday
Hum drum, put a titty on my Glock
Hit her kitty with a cock, on God
[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Just payed four-fifty for the watch
Just watch how I do my lil' dance, on God
[Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
[Verse 2: Yung Skayda]
Racks, racks on me
I can’t name a motherfucker fresh like me
Y’all don't really say it with your chest like me
Walk on by and they check, like sheesh
Walk up on your ho, don’t ask what I'm on
Two-step on your grave, ho's up in my phone
I might do a feature for a dollar or like two
Your girl getting hiccups 'cause she swallowing my goo
Fuck up his business, I’m so acidic
Smoking on shorts, yeah
I wanna hit shit, boy, just admit it
You mad that I did it, I'm glad that I did it
Masked up, boy, you better back up
Act up, you gon' get jacked up
Ass up, shawty put that ass up
Gas mask up 'cause we finna gas up
[Pre-Chorus: Karm The Tool]
Just paid fifteen-hundred for the watch, just watch
Just watch, just watch how I'm on your block
[Chorus: Karm The Tool & Yung Skayda]
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray
Blast off in the space coupe
Fitted cap on, I don't really need to face you
Pussy, you an opp, you get lit up like a day
Two pistols on my opp, make a fuck nigga pray (Boxcutters)