Bumps And Bruises

(albüm: Super Tecmo Bo - 2021)

What's all the fuss about? (227)
Made it jump, 137 (Hell block hully-gully, big fifty zone)
Touch up paint (ConCreatures)
Where we at? (Let's get it)

Made it jump, 137, pot whipping duecies, mobbing with the goonies
Murky weather, block did me gloomy, chopsticks and Uzis (Brr)
Dirty Dianas and bananas on them 47s
Plugged in with Ricky Ricardo, so we locked in with Lucy (Tied in)
Grandma told me to keep it up, I'ma cut short my blessings (I'm good, gaga)
Cause hit me up for a QP, bro-bro want a cutie (Yeah)
Nephew want a half, had to charge his ass the dub, [?]
Plug threw me a half a slab of dog, you know he love Snoopy (Ayy)
Fed the puppy Scooby Snacks, feds setting up booby traps (Uh-huh)
Niggas never even knew he rapped 'til he got out of juvie (Juvenile)
Unc' schooled me to the game, now I play it unruly (Uh)
In the kitchen, whipping 'caine, tryna make it jump Judy (Skrrt)
Set it in some ice water, shock it, that's electrocution (Remix)
Had to pick my chain up from Johnny, so we met in Houston (No boostin')
I can't trust a soul, all these niggas Judas (What else?)
Taught me to make more pros and less excuses
Where we at?

He stopped the bank and rolled the eights, hate when he [?]
Catching bodies to up his rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects, he always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume, took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back, won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think, tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank, it'll get real abusive

Threw a one on my shit, for a hundred a grit
It's like the more that I teach you, the more dumber I get (Dumbass)
Piecing out a thirty-six (Blocks), D-boy from the murder mitt
Risk versus reward, don't equal out the reward versus the risk (Straight shots)
Wrap it up in aluminum foil like a Hershey's Kiss (Re-rock)
Don't be scared to be last to shoot, just don't be first to miss (Brr)
First through fifteenth, was serving Fent', I had to burn the strip (Fetty Wap)
Quick to put that bitch out on the stroll like she was turning tricks
Sauer in my Ksubis, quick to bleed an officer on duty (227)
Put that on my gaga Maxine and my grandmother Ruby (Gaga)
Fucking bougie bitches in the spig, spin 'em with the quickness
Know she playing for the wrong team, looking too suspicious
Tryna hem my long jeans, I'm getting too big for my britches (Blockworks)
Did the funky [?], want two-three for them blueskis (It's on)
Welcome home [?], he fresh out of the hoopski (Six-four)
Back on the six, he said that little dueceski was a doozy

He stopped the bank and rolled the eights, hate when he [?]
Catching bodies to up his rank was dumb, deaf, and stupid
Blind to the facts, come to the 'jects, he always left 'em clueless
No blemish on his resume, took all his bumps and bruises
They talk behind his back, won't say it to his face
Still he quick to go out his way to make 'em feel exclusive
Can't even hear his self think, tell 'em to kill the music
Domestic violence with that drank, it'll get real abusive

Hell block hully-gully
Big fifty zone