BROCKHAMPTON — GUMMY

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[Instrumental Intro]

[Verse 1: Kevin Abstract]
These niggas take me for granted, what would hap’ if I vanish?
Bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
I can’t drive it nowhere so I’ll let you niggas take off
Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
My niggas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust
That nigga Kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his shit
He don’t rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
And he ’bout 20 and shit? When he let go of that shit?
He’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me? Shit
That nigga need to act his age, he ain’t acting like a grown up
Ain’t that boy from Texas? He ain’t acting like a soldier
Knew that boy in high school, man, that nigga wasn’t awkward
And I know his mama, man, that nigga just a liar

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Post-Chorus: Merlyn Wood]
Cash don’t mean shit, shit
Crashed my last Benz, Benz
Cashed my last check, check
Cash don’t mean shit, shit
Cash don’t mean shit, shit
Crashed my last Benz, Benz
Cashed my last check, check
Cash don’t mean shit, shit

[Verse 2: Ameer Vann]
Call me King of the Niggas, I need a crown made of thorns
God said, «Let there be light» on the day I was born
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I don’t trust no niggas and I don’t trust no bitch
‘Cause people talk too much, I bought a black fo’-fifth
And a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend
‘Cause I’m a brand new nigga, in a brand new crib
I ain’t sellin’ no more, but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain’t ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams ’til they put the cam on my face
Now I’m evading the law, I’m on a high-speed chase
I’m in a big-ass truck, I tell ’em, «Get out the way»
I gotta couple of warrants, so I’m leaving my state
Now I’m in Cali today, with the sun on my face
I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
How I’m gon’ move at your pace? I’m busy settin’ the tone
You think we runnin’ together? I’m in a lane of my own
Don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone
They thinkin’ that we competing, that shit depletin’ my bones
I don’t need all that energy, they just fuck up my chakras
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I’m a martyr
They hate me when I’m myself, I can’t barter with that
You watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque
I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need peace for my niggas, need darker skin for all my doctors
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a nigga
In this world I can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger
I could get shot in my back and they’d tell the world that I fought ’em
«We ain’t taught ’em nothin’ new, but somehow they been gettin’ smarter»
That’s what they sayin’ in private, speaking from that entitlement
We still workin’ for titles and makin’ tidal environments

[Chorus: Kevin Abstract]
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me
Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Fuck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
I’m stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
Fuck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down
Fuck, put the windows up, blowin’ past the exit now
Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Me and all my boys jet, swerving like a doughnut
Off, off, off, off, swerving like a doughnut

[Outro: Kevin Abstract & JOBA]
Nigga, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, what?
Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up if you want to
Nigga, what? Y-yo