gummy

brockhampton

me llamo roberto

y acabamos de robar un banco

these niggas take me for granted

what would hap' if i vanish?

bet a hunnid they'd panic

my shooters only speak spanish

keep my heart with my dogs

keep my car in the yard

i can't drive it nowhere so i let you niggas take off

seen the shit that they drop

that shit not instantly hot

i give that instant re-bop

that replay value go off

that make my value go up

i keep that bow in my cup

my niggas rolling

got that going with a thousand to bust

that nigga kevin can't rap

he too sappy with his shit

he don't rep me with his shit

he on that teenage bullshit

and he 'bout 20 and shit

when he let go of that shit

he'll prolly be a little colder

y'all agree with me? shit

that nigga need to act his age

he ain't acting like a grown up

ain't that boy from texas?

he ain't acting like a soldier

knew that boy in high school

man

that nigga wasn't awkward

and i know his mama

man

that nigga just a liar

cash don't last

my friends will ride with me

keep 'em in my bag

we robbed a limousine

when the guns go pow

won't bother us again

i don't wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

cash don't mean shit

cried my last tears

bitch

cashed my last check

cash don't mean shit

cash don't mean shit

cried my last tears

bitch

cashed my last check

cash don't mean shit

call me king of the niggas

i need a crown made of thorns

god said let there be light

on the day i was born

step off the ship with the slaves

then i go hit the stage

i just left in a whip

all i need is a chain

i don't trust no niggas

and i don't trust no bitch

'cause people talk too much

i bought a black fo'-fifth

and a brand new clip

that's my new best friend

'cause i'm a brand new nigga

in a brand new crib

i ain't sellin' no more

but got my hand in the zip

whitey gave me the check

i ain't ask for the fame

i used to deal with the grams

'till they put the cam on my face

now i'm evading the law

i'm on a high-speed chase

i'm in a big ass truck

i tell 'em get out the way

i gotta couple of warrants

so i'm leaving my state

now i'm in cali today

with the sun on my face

i got a bag of the gas

and a blunt i can face

how i'm gon' move at your pace?

i'm busy settin' the tone

you think we runnin' together?

i'm in a lane of my own

don't got no friends in this game

it's me and my brothers alone

they thinkin' that we competing

that shit depletin' my bones

i don't need all that energy

they just fuck up my chakras

i put my heart in a locker

they love me when i'm a martyr

they hate me when i'm myself

i can't barter with that

you watch us charter these tracks

it's sticking like tartar and plaque

i need a parlour of plaques

need lobsters and helicopters

i need peace for my niggas

need darker skin for all my doctors

i like to speak like a scholar

like to think like a nigga

in this world i can't wander

no honor behind the trigger

i could get shot in my back

and they'd tell the world that i fought 'em

we ain't taught 'em nothin' new