Pi’erre Bourne
EA / GUMMO [Freestyle]
*EA*

Verse:
I’ve been that n***a, run around with my killers, talking shit we gon split ya
Call up them killers they gon come for you n***a
Every angle we gon hit ya
No one will miss ya, lemme paint a vivid picture
Of me fucking on your sister
Let it slip in it her, the way she grip on the dick, I might give that bitch a blister
Nah i’m not acting, 305 where I be chilling, you will never catch me lacking
Boy stop that acting, dick all down her throat, you might hear that bitch smacking
(hahaha alright calm down bruh you getting too fucked up but keep it going tho)
Nah fuck it n***a ima have to show
Give Me Time dropped but I ain’t done yet hoe
Call it Usain when I got the Bolt
Red beam and I got the scope
Got the .40 all up in your nostril
Ima go and let your brains blow
Nah I ain’t toting no guns bro
My hood n***as they the ones tho
We gon free retro, make it boom metro
Bullets flying when we let it go
Dreamz turned into a nightmare
Halloween got you in a scare
And I always been right here
Let it buzz like lightyear
I do this like every night yeah
All I do is bring the hype yeah
I had the sauce, no ketchup
All my tomatoes been ripe yeah
Been the livest since 13
For this music, it’s a grind ting
Like i’m on the board like skate 3
Or i’m on my pusha (GRINDIN!)
Hoodie on, with the sweatpants
I’m trigger happy make you running man
I’m running shit yeah that’s been the plan
Like Ski’s face I came for revenge
I’ve been that n***a, run around with my killers, talking shit we gon split ya
Call up them killers they gon come for you n***a
Every angle we gon hit ya
No one will miss ya, lemme paint a vivid picture
Of me and my n***as getting richer
Money ain’t gonna be issue, sick as hell need a tissue

Alright let me change beats real quick

*GUMMO*

Verse:
(Alabaster, what it do?!?)
Hate the song but I love the beat, I be in the streets
Run a check up like a track meet, why they mad at me
Cause I kill a beat with no hesitation, no more delays can’t keep y’all waiting
Be all in my conscience for a conversation, I ain’t chill on this shit don’t need meditation
Trill smoking on the medication, drop knowledge, y’all need education
Can’t wait til these album placements, creep on my targets from a near location
Hospital bout to have double patients, ex want me to be single that bitch impatient
Let her wait, cause my girl staying, and her games nah I ain’t playing
Man fuck all these old hoes, need my main goal
I be chilling with my old woes and my new woes
They know how we keep it trappin tho, keep it cracking yo
(hold up I got blood homies) how we keep it brackin yo
You will never catch me lacking yo, never catch me slipping
Tell yo bitch to get off of my dick, cause she clumsy that bitch tripping
Y’all some faggots y’all be on my dick, lurking on my insta
Worried bout what I be doing, you a whole female my n***a
And we ain’t done yet, it’s still various my n***a
And my index finger itching for the trigger
Milly rocking on your grave, outta disrespect my n***a
Man you hoes just snakes I can see the way you slither
(like juicy j) I stay trippy
Indigo stay with me
We might end yo life shit just gon get risky
Sipping on the act like tea, that’s that lipton uh
Nah lemme stop I will never touch lean. fuck all that shit