Trumbull (Feat. Okir)
[Intro: Rob Apollo]
I'm acting different all summer n***a
All summer n***a
Yuh
[Verse 1: Rob Apollo]
How the fuck could I be humble
Bank account lookin’ jumbo
I had the bag when I touched down
You had the bag and you fumbled
Kaio so crazy he bust clowns
Don't need no gun at the rumble
Pack season getting pummeled
My n***as can't go to Trumbull
You saw my n***as and stumbled
Buddy got beat like a buster
I saw your baby on bumble
I ain’t tell you I just fucked her
I be with dealers not rapists
No abusers, just shooters
Like the Indiana Hoosiers
Juggin' n***as like hooters
[Bridge: Rob Apollo]
Five years on me
These meds could hurt me
I profit 350
The co-pay is 30
Go dumb the blicky
Cause that bitch got dirty
I can't control him
He off a perc 30
[Verse 2: Okir]
Damn, finesse me a bitch i'ma hit and take all of that
High 'den a bitch smoke a quarter I was tryna flex
Look, (?) I'm in a pen mighty here where you wanna match
Oh you on tip, saying he finna pop shit
Well Okir hearing none of that
Oh that's your bitch, she popping out tits
Loose fits I'ma suck on the other fam
Bring out that gun I go get that butter
The shit make him st-st-st-studder man
Don’t got no muzzle I rap like a puzzle
And I’m on some muddy you huffin' and puffin’
And I heard yo tape it's booty I'm judgin
My duty to done you these newbies gone come up
I'm on the track with Apollo and front up
And we going dummy that’s really the sum up
Sum up the sum up the sun after sundown
I'm smoking d-lo I came with the bloodhounds
Sniffin' a little, fuck with her butt now
I'm talkin' bitch little bitch with her butt out
I'm with a model a (?)
Cigarettes n***a I won't put the butt out
(?)
[Outro: Okir)}
Damn that was.. anti-climactic
I'm acting different all summer n***a
All summer n***a
Yuh
[Verse 1: Rob Apollo]
How the fuck could I be humble
Bank account lookin’ jumbo
I had the bag when I touched down
You had the bag and you fumbled
Kaio so crazy he bust clowns
Don't need no gun at the rumble
Pack season getting pummeled
My n***as can't go to Trumbull
You saw my n***as and stumbled
Buddy got beat like a buster
I saw your baby on bumble
I ain’t tell you I just fucked her
I be with dealers not rapists
No abusers, just shooters
Like the Indiana Hoosiers
Juggin' n***as like hooters
[Bridge: Rob Apollo]
Five years on me
These meds could hurt me
I profit 350
The co-pay is 30
Go dumb the blicky
Cause that bitch got dirty
I can't control him
He off a perc 30
[Verse 2: Okir]
Damn, finesse me a bitch i'ma hit and take all of that
High 'den a bitch smoke a quarter I was tryna flex
Look, (?) I'm in a pen mighty here where you wanna match
Oh you on tip, saying he finna pop shit
Well Okir hearing none of that
Oh that's your bitch, she popping out tits
Loose fits I'ma suck on the other fam
Bring out that gun I go get that butter
The shit make him st-st-st-studder man
Don’t got no muzzle I rap like a puzzle
And I’m on some muddy you huffin' and puffin’
And I heard yo tape it's booty I'm judgin
My duty to done you these newbies gone come up
I'm on the track with Apollo and front up
And we going dummy that’s really the sum up
Sum up the sum up the sun after sundown
I'm smoking d-lo I came with the bloodhounds
Sniffin' a little, fuck with her butt now
I'm talkin' bitch little bitch with her butt out
I'm with a model a (?)
Cigarettes n***a I won't put the butt out
(?)
[Outro: Okir)}
Damn that was.. anti-climactic