What a Bummer Lyrics

Tah, hold up, aye

Big body Benz, pulled up hotter than the summer

Fucked up on his bitch then he found out what a bummer

I was creeping through the window, acting like a plumber

Body after body, put a timer to recover

And my wrist hurt from the watch

I pray to God that my boys'll never get caught

Up on the daily, and I'm always standing on the block

Sip on the activist and tell 'em imma take a walk

Aye, I'm getting bread though

He been tryna talk I tell 'em why he gettin' lead for

Man, fuck it

Bitch ion wanna talk no more, let's change the subject

Call me over, any other day you need a bucket

Get you out my roster like a GM you ain't cut it

I can choose any of my bitches like a buffet

And shit I know that I ain't say it right

Cause I ain't stupid, I get money from the day to night

Like fuck a view, I get money from a pay per fight

Ain't got no money for a plane, you can stay the night

Man all I think is green

Block a bitch if she don't love me, like my name Hakeem

No scope, I'm preferably gon use the beam

Big body Benz, pulled up hotter than the summer

Fucked up on his bitch then he found out what a bummer

I was creeping through the window, acting like a plumber

Body after body, put a timer to recover(frah)

Knock it out the park bitch, ball like Derek Jeter

You just lost yo bitch, watch me how I treat her

Never in the back, born to be a leader

Acting like I'm roger (hahahaha) keep her

Aye big stepper, big stepper

You fucking with my crew, we gon leave you in a stretcher

I know I ain't the biggest, but my glock gon lose its temper

You thinking that you stuntin' everything I got is better

I'm going for yo brother and ya mama, imma demon

And everyone around me doing better for a reason

I'm known local, then I'm coming for yo region

You say yo life a show, call it the final season

Big body Benz, pulled up hotter than the summer

Fucked up on his bitch then he found out what a bummer

I was creeping through the window, acting like a plumber

Body after body, put a timer to recover

And my wrist hurt from the watch

I pray to God that my boys'll never get caught

Up on the daily, and I'm always standing on the block

Sip on the activist and tell 'em imma take a walk

Aye, I'm getting bread though

He been tryna talk I tell 'em why he gettin' lead for

Man, fuck it

(fuck it)