Lump Sum

I just made it hot got it right out the oven 3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it They don’t understand we really coming from nothing Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum Imma keep it str8 to the point only rollin up a wood heard you rollin up a pencil Nigga you a pig you should oink if the feds sit you down bet u talkin out yo dental Gettin to the paper no joint when I’m sparking up the wood it fuckin up up my mental. Hit it from the back make it boink Got her ridin on the dick like she ridin in a rental Smokin in the whip in a parking lot See these niggas run they lips but I don’t talk a lot When I step up in this bitch I let the bottle pop POP POP POP Young niggas yeah we got a lot Now it’s heated up n comin out the oven Girl I beat it up but she ain’t see it comin I be needed her and act like ion want her She can't stomach me but feel it in her stomach I just made it hot got it right out the oven 3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it They don’t understand we really coming from nothing Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum Real mud big sip imma lump a sum til the bills stick I been moving numb i can't feel shit Banana with drum swear to God that imma peel it Yo bitch she just move so sadistic Smokin on the tree I'm gettin fried like a skillet They told me that the sky's the limit So how I'm getting higher every minute? Once you make it hot and it's straight out the oven keep a glove cuz a nigga he might just burn a hand Plotting on my wrist cuz I know imma flood it Grab a pack of the woods I be rolling the grams See the cops out the blinds then you know imma shut em All these snitching niggas I do not understand Smokin up my problems nigga don't do no running Shit got me hot think I need me a fan I just made it hot got it right out the oven 3 grams in my hand got the wood imma stuff it They don’t understand we really coming from nothing Now we feelin like men boy u gotta love us Need the bands in my hands I be thumbing through some Put my nigga in a jam then I’m grabbing a gun Need the cheddar in my pocket I be lumping a sum Think my niggas in a band by the way that they drum