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GUMBO YA YA (feat. Brother Tom Sos) letra


Woo (one, two, one, two, one, two)
Woo (one, two, one, two, one, two)
Uh, uh, listen

I ain't nothing like these niggas, word to me, consider this a courtesy
I'm catching bodies purposely, twenty-five a murder spree
I arrive with urgency, ain't waste no time insurgently
I'm smoking on three letters, call it ya-ya, look like curds of cheese
I'm only craving peace of mind, I think it's time I draw the line
Right through the S'S dollar signs, I'm shooting vultures out the sky
Ain't no mountain high enough, Colorado, I'm in my prime
So Shedeur, I'm sure it's my time, I took the risk, the stakes is high
I put that on my De La Soul, let go of what I can't control
Can't walk in these size fifteens, I just thank God I broke the mold
I pledge allegiance to Griselda, niggas think I sold my soul
I'm heaven-sent, I walk with the Lord, I can't sell what I don't own
Everything you see is perfect timing, faith, and patience
Stars align like Bape sneakers
Audibles like Josh Allen, but I still got great defense
Brother ain't see seventeen, could paint the town with great reason
Ace Of Spades to celebrate when we get word they ain't breathin'
Hmm, told my mama she can heal now 'cause Brother signed a deal now
Was focused on them murders, now I'm focused on a mill' now
I'm king of the hill now

I know niggas wish that they could do this shit (oh)
You can't fuck with the me, I don't care who you is (oh)
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove this shit (oh)
These niggas can't fuck with me, don't care who it is (oh)
I know niggas wish that they could do this shit (oh)
You can't fuck with me, I don't care who you is (oh)
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove (oh)
These niggas can't fuck with me, don't care who

Ayo, what's better than three ropes?
Givenchy goggles flying down ski slopes (Woo)
High as a dove, you know nobody above
I leave your body with slugs (boom, boom, boom)
I roll your body in a Murakami rug
I cried days when Clay died, my city a landmine
If you got a homie locked up, hold your hands high (Free Kutter)
Nakamoto Vans skates, watch who you handshake
TEC in the thug clubs, you pussy and your man's fake
I came home and got right to it (mmm)
The face of Buffalo, I'm talking Townsend straight up to Jewett
Murder music, we been lived it, been had it (woo, woo)
Automatic hit your head like Randy Savage (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Uh, it's fourth rope, more dope (ah, ah)
Unload the whole clip in your torso (brr)
Moreso, praise both
My guns go both ways like DeJ Loaf
Rockin' some suede loafs (brr, doot-doot)

I know niggas wish that they could do this shit (oh)
You can't fuck with the me, I don't care who you is (oh)
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove this shit (oh)
These niggas can't fuck with me, don't care who it is (oh)
I know niggas wish that they could do this shit (oh)
You can't fuck with me, I don't care who you is (oh)
You niggas show and tell, I show and prove (oh)
These niggas can't fuck with me, don't care who

On the store when them people gonna rob, I'ma spit something back
I'ma spit a nigga head off with chrome gat
Payments on time, FNF what?
You play with this issue real shit, sticks on your motherfuckin' head
Beating down your bread
No loitering, police enforcement, on the outside, you heard what I said?
With see this one now on the 287
That's two MAC-11s
My dog wanna see me win, I gotta be in Heaven
I love my family, that's not only what I trust
The word from his mouth, don't speak, no, what?
I don't know nothing
Sensei, huh? Kodachi, I ain't frontin'
Butterfly the cuff, then I hit these niggas with the stuff overhand
Then I do the pick-a-pow, tick-a-tan
Walking on sticks on the sticks on the motherfuckin' land
Or get your ass stooped in the sticks with the hand
You thought I had sand 'cause I had a cover on
Now I'm looking like the black with the butter on

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