Bumbu Freestyle ft. J. Hu$tla Lyrics

Just when y'all thought it was over

Glass half full, glass half empty, it's still somethin' gettin po'd up

Fa' sho

And I don't even know if I'm a little wavy or not, man, but shit, let's go

Showed up in this bitch with every bit of sense

I learned how to make a band not play an instrument

Did you put financial freedom on your Christmas list?

Have you been blinded and you wonder where your vision went?

Bitch, I'm tryna make a cut to make incisions with

Get a whiff, baby girl, I've been to shit

Should've signed prescriptions, a physician with this penmanship

If I ain't show no interest than it, prolly wasn't interesting

Hustle got me on this Bumbu and I'm sippin' it

Blunt flame flickering

Fuck, they ain't listenin

Time is tickin, I ain't trippin' cause I'm gettin' it

Slidin' through your city like I just signed a permission slip

The flow is still sick, they ain't sick of it

Niggas gettin' tender like a chicken strip

Ain't no back and forth, no, this ain't Wimbledon

Any races it's Puma tennis, that I finish in

Either it's the vibrations or the pack I'm smokin

You niggas leavin' out the facts just to extract the moment

I'd rather keep the shit a stack than lie and leave you open

She gotta keep me in her heart, I gotta keep it going

I'm in here beatin' out her back like I'm a chiropractic

I cultivated comfortably just to apply the tactics

I take my dick outside her pussy, now it's smilin' backwards

Pass that blunt back while you tryna ash it

Bladen County

Foul town, Bladenboro to the Ville

We show up and show out

Ask them about us

For real

Money mean power, I been fallin' twin towers

Grind every second, I can't waste a hour

Get it together, baby, your math ain't mathin

New year, losin' weight, I'm grindin' and fastin

Stack my cake, get some ass, then I'm dashin

Let the good times start, Incredible Hulk

I'm here for the smashin

It's been a good year, I'm still ridin, Michelin

Show up and show out to the point you gotta mention them

Back cookin' up with Tune and Carter, You see the sauce?

Chevy boys makin' noise, choke on our exhaust

Oh lord, I'm grindin' hard, to shine like diamonds

Cookin' up instant ramen

I'm here to put time in

Pose to ride smooth, but life fucked my alignment

Tune had the groupies, I just fucked off consignment

You ain't a boss, til' you took a loss and came back

I'm runnin' through obstacles All-American, runnin' back

Give me that