superTEAM - BUMS

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits

Big 4, superteam, we are not the same

Late-night swervin' road, steady switchin' lanes

I’m in the thang sippin' screw juice

Crooked slab with the candy painted 2−2's

In my Evisu, flyer than a eagle

I’m on 13th thinking 'bout my people, second album sequel

Sippin' on that 9−9-9 proof, RIP to Juic

9 to 5 it got me in a noose, I might quit this shit

Get a bat and I go with the shit, killed a bitch

Got like 4, 5 witnesses, but I ain’t trippin', yeah

'Cause they all shootas, got them Glocks and ruggas

Don’t get wet up like it’s scuba

You gon' pull up to the side talking all that shit, shit, shit

And get your stupid ass sliv out my clique, clique, clique (Okay yo')

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits

I’m out in Cali with that coffee bean

Flowers in the sky, I set the scene

Ain’t no place meant for me

That ain’t on me, one two three (uh)

Second-guessing, that shit need addressing

Since last studio session, I knew we was destined

That’s that greatness, weed my fragrance

Heart on my sleeve like a day shift

I ain’t make shit but minimum wage

Quitting that shit when I’m hitting the stage

You on my mind, so turning the page

So damn divine, thinking of premature rhymes

Solitary, feeling confined

Murdering beats like homicide

Tell me are you down to ride

Like this nigga really got me bamboozled though, for real

Like what the fuck?

I see this nigga doing some boss shit

Feeling real litty, I love what I got

Taking a shot for somebody heat

Talking tough, come body me

Sorry we is not the same

Like bitch, tryna get rich

Headache on road, yeah we too lit

Sparked up my joint, you wanna join in?

Ayy

Props to the world

Props to the girls that know how to pearl

Picking my life from the dirt, sheesh

Don’t put me on a damn shirt, please

Hungry, I’m starving the beats keep on calling

I’m crossing myself again

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits

Pull up to the side talking shit, shit, shit

Want that money in advance, get that drip, drip, drip

Tony finna slide in that fit, fit, fit

Welcome to the band, making hits, hits, hits