Pi’erre Bourne
Gummo (Remix)
[Intro]
Yo Pierre you wanna come out here?
Yeah, yeah (ya dig)
Yeah, aye, [You know?]
Gang shit
I don’t even do remixes, but fuck it (aye)
Gang shit
Yeah
[Verse]
My blick cost fifty when I shoot that bitch it shake
I just checked 250 in the kitchen cookin’ up that shake
I just wrecked my 750 dip in high speed on the jakes
I be dicking your bitch damn so much she think that she my bae
It’s ok, let’s be frank, I’m convinced these rappers gay
Do the dash in the stray, I might crash in the stray
I’m from Chiraq we don’t do Milly rock, we like to Glizzy pop
Let that forty make you diddy bop, your wifey is a thot
Gave me top, pass-passed her to C-Rock they coming in a flock
Bet Lil Knock Knock keep that Glock, he love to shoot you out yo socks
On the stu, I ain’t had no porch, I had to keep that torch
I ain’t play no football at the school ‘cause robbing was my sport
I ain’t hooping on the court, I’m out here snooping by the store
Dropped a four I pour some more, I need the squad, I kick your door
Lay your ass right on the floor
We don’t twitter beef we leave that shit up to the whores
Remember in that county eating noodles with the fork
On that over east shit
I’m a beast bitch, you might think I’m Crip I keep them Blue tips in my stick
Play around with that drip I’m whipping chickens out the brick
In the kitchen with the mix, hit the pot
Make sure the stove hot, hit it with the cold water, watch it lock
Let it drop, what you got?
You should shop, pockets tied in a knot
You a opp, you get popped
Get you whacked right on your block
Get you cropped, Photoshop
I be-I be-I be on the block, where it’s hot, ducking cops yuh
Running from the jakes, bitch I gotta keep that eight yeah
I be on the block, where it’s hot, ducking cops yuh
Running from the jakes, bitch I gotta keep that eight yeah
Wrapped up in this Bape, looking just like a ape
Yellow tape, red tape, I got faith in my K
Bust a pussy like a grape, sippin’ grape, and it's out the crate
What the fuck you got to say, bitch I’m feeling great, aye
Yeah, you know I’m feeling great, yeah
What the fuck you got to say, bitch I’m great, yeah