Gumpshun

[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 Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun Boy you got boy you got boy you got gumpshun [Verse 1:] First off, I'm the country of the countriest Mississippi bitch, what you know about that country shit? Hold on, prolong I'm doing what you thanking Naw it ain't the chittlings that got this shit 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 nigga 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:] [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 pussy 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 fuck it fade away Buzzer its all over with Champagne lobster and shrimp [Hook:] [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 shit 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 motherfucker throw a bow on it [Hook:]