lil fiji x yung skys x liftoff – gummy lyrics
[hook: liftoff & yung skys]
pull up to the benz coupe we loaded (aye)
run up with a choppa’ you folded (aye)
if you see me you catchin’ this lead
yo b-tch is givin’ me head
ill whip the coupe instead
my lubitons in red
i’m coppin a brick
yo bit super thick
she suckin my d-ck
i’m dead
[verse 1: yung skys]
skrt off with a fast car
whippin that sh-t like nascar
pop that perk i’m gone far
gone so far i spit bars
i don’t pop beans
i only sip lean
got the choppa wit tha beam
don’t f-ck with my team
or you gonna get beamed
pull up with a glock
i let that sh-t pop
f-ck on yo thot
she givin me top
gonna hit a l!ck
f-ck on yo bit
she givin me l!ck
suck on my d-ck
i pull up and swerve
f-ck your b-tch then throw to the curb
gonna get a stack
hit that then throw to the back
lookin so gummy
i’m lookin off-white
yeah that sh-ts on me
i’m throwin that sh-t
make it look easy
i’m making that money
only got blues
im in the 6 (ya) drinking that booze
smokin a blunt
lighting that sh-t
hit it and front
[verse 2: lil fiji
yeah ima real stoner
p-ss that b-tch ima bone her
yeah i got your b-tch
got my d-ck on her lip
i shoot right at yo hip
dirty is what i sip
draco yeah thats my stick
yeah that sh-t got a hunnid round clip
running from cops in my dreams
no one can stop me or my team
a-r hit you with the beam
f-ck you and f-ck your gang
yeah you p-ssies don’t really bang
run up on me and my choppa sang
yeah my choppa make your ears rang
p-ssing out yeah you can’t hang
don’t use your t–th b-tch you got fangs
marijuana is what i slang
knock you out yeah boomerang
all i do is flex
get top count these checks
everyone says i’m next
sent yo b-tch a text
bullets rip through yo chest
i never feel no stress
b-tch why you tryna press
later on i’m moving west
i only got one mode
my benz it tears up the road
talk sh-t get your mouth sewed
i just wanna smash that hoe
pull out nut on her clothes
leave her house she was too slow
my d-ck feels best when its rode
got no stress inhale this dro
lay back and pour this drop
come her b-tch taste this wock
when you’re done eat my c-ck
got this rap sh-t on lock
i’m feelin like king tut
don’t test me or get cut
i only f-ck with sl-ts
i just wanna bust a nut
[hook: liftoff & yung skys]
pull up to the benz coupe we loaded (aye)
run up with a choppa’ you folded (aye)
if you see me you catchin’ this lead
yo b-tch is givin’ me head
ill whip the coupe instead
my lubitons in red
i’m coppin a brick
yo bit super thick
she suckin my d-ck
i’m dead
[verse 3: yung skys]
pull up in a whip
f-ckin on yo b-tch
she is givin me l!ck
f-ckin yo bit
f-ckin yo bit
f-ckin yo bit
f-ckin yo bit
pull up to yo bit
shootin yo bit
f-ckin yo bit
[outro]
ayy
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