MUMBAI MOMENT / BRUV MOMENT XIII Lyrics

Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai

Put him in a zoot, after he die

Put him in a spliff and gc easy

GS got the drum, not like Weezy

Your own boys don't back you

Imma have to smack you

Back your beef, got strap like a shhh

Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like

Pull up with the mandem

Seemingly random

Roll in with the handsome phantom

Strap up the nose and a tantrum

Who's that? Your dad

Are you mad

I feel bad when you're sad cuz you mad but I'm glad

Cuz I add your dad to the list of the men I've had

Flip you upside down

IQ shut it down

Boi you a clown, fight me in Nuketown

No bots, two dots, on the minimap couple shots

Shots in a cup

Then we drink up, yup

Hold up, back up

Did you say that you and my dad were gonna hook up

Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai

Put him in a zoot, after he die

Put him in a spliff and gc easy

GS got the drum, not like Weezy

Your own boys don't back you

Imma have to smack you

Back your beef, got strap like a shhh

Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like

Turnin' on flight mode, like Turner

I think imma bunn son, no burner

Never got safety on

Cuz my head too big like one

Workrate, workrate, what is your birthdate

You can get chinged so put on your breastplate

Calling my shoota' I'm calling my best mate

Ching in your chest you fall like a milk crate

Big up the opps and big up the mandem

Yeah we Shloink but we ain't a gang ting

Best believe still rise up my ying

Dashin' like Tay-K pull out the big ting baow

Suck on a cow

Like big Wayne say wow

Operate the ting with skill

Get shot with a bullet no bill

Fuck this yute, send him to Mumbai

Put him in a zoot, after he die

Put him in a spliff and gc easy

GS got the drum, not like Weezy

Your own boys don't back you

Imma have to smack you

Back your beef, got strap like a shhh

Call me Chief Keef, you the cunt that I don't like