If It's Bumpin'

I drop the verses y'all don't deliver

Take the chances y'all won't consider

Got a loyal broad named

BettyWho know what to do with that chrome

I give her

I'm on the ****ter

Thinkin 'bout my bank account

And how to make it bigger

Then I grab the tool and take your jewels

And I'ma watch this blew the same as

Jigga'sIt ain't the liquor

I'm really sick

Smokin' Shwag eatin'

Crystal chicks

On a rollercoaster with

Bo and Kosha

Can't even **** witch'all pencil ****s

Ain't this some ****?

Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess

Which one of us gon' snatch your *****

And leave you strokin' all by yourself

Understand this

Bubba Sparxxx,

S P A R triple

XI sprinkle soul in your ***** hole

And put some coal on your nipple and neck

Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it

I know this mob spell

G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it

It's just a habit, reppin

Athens and

LaGrange, it's in my veins

I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]

And every time it's still just the same

I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful

When it comes to this here make the **** clear

Heard to y'all comes natural

We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****

Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up

We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the

Franklin' faces fold

Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs

Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until

I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes

When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Step in the club it's on

Nevertheless gonna find the somebody

I could sip on

A seat with a view in the

V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on

A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass

And me and

Bubba gettin' crunk in the club

With a tape full of

Bud in a champagne glass

Puttin' it down for the

B C, in the backwoods where we be

Better call a producer when you see me

And get your ass right back in the

GTY'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy

Goin' upsize with the

GameboyWitcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy

You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy

I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop

Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone

On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout '

Kosha baby, call me

Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep

And I'll get back witcha shawty

Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes

When the men is on and she don't say no

Then that mean she wanna bone

So partna don't get me wrong,

I'm just bein

KoshaThat

Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean

Yessuh, me and

Bubba get rowdy

And me and

Bubba get bout it

We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it

The air up here stay cloudy,

I originate in shot callin'

We stay up in the club y'all look at us

And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'"

We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****

Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up

We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the

Franklin' faces fold

Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs

Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until

I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes

When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

Whassup **** *****, man you know who you is

You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts

You mad when you find out some other ****** get it

Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it

I'm a old school playa,

I just pay for her dinner

Maybe buy a little liquor,

I spend some talk in the mirror

This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes

I'm tryna let this pimp **** go 'cause

I don't even like it no mo'

See these ****** that

I hang with they just run through these skanks

Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm hmm, and

I'ma put twenty-five

On the them ol' fire ass

Mercedes Rolls

That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere

Country-ass

Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no ******' around wit

G O againThat put me in this backwoods committee

My ace Kosha,

Bo Hagin', west central

Georgia's finest

Man Bo, go on snap again

Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is,

I'm gon' sit the rear

I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'

It done took a ***** different places, seen plenty of faces

Whatever may have been the cases,

I thank God for

His graces

See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers

And every day

I play awake a ***** learnin' by haters

See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live

All women ain't ******* but see most of them is, uhh

We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****

Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up

We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the

Franklin' faces fold

Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs

Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until

I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes

When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours

We may be lame wanna fight, may be *******' wanna ****

Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up

We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the

Franklin' faces fold

Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough

Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs

Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until

I'm doneWe gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes

When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours