GUMMO But 6IX9INE Has a Mental Breakdown lyrics

by

Vince Staples


SCUUUUUUUUUUUUUM, SCUUUUUUUUUUUMM
I see ice
Su wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Pop these balloons like a silly n*gga
In the hood with them stiffy nikkas
And them limpy n*ggas
We pull up, and we sh*t on n*ggas
We ain't shootin' n*gga
Lost my guns
Just a week ago
BOOM

GRILLS in my GRILLS in my GRILLS on my GRILLS man...
Put yo f*ckin' clothes on
I only want the clothes
Man that's really all I care about
Clothes, clothes *ear rape*
I don't wanna feed the horse
It's gonna sh*t some more

In New York my n*ggas don't milly rock
My n*ggas stiffy rock
Blow a case a n*gga, case a n*gga
I sucked a n*gga c*ck
Caught a stiffy in my ass cheeks
I grinded for my sauce
I CAN'T EVEN BEAT MY di*k WITHOUT GETTING stiffy UHH
I don't f*ck wit no new hoes, only old hoes

Put my di*k in my pants then I take a f*ckin' sh*t
I'm a cannibal SiƧ
She a tasty b*tch
I'mma get aids then I die slow
I've got cash though
I'm on some mental breakdown sh*t
Take a nikka steak
Wut the f*ck is this?
Cut my cat in half
I pull up with a stiffy, I let that sh*t SKEET

Uhh... Oh f*ck I'm shootin' blanks
Now I'm limpy uh, all my n*ggas stiffy uh
Stiffy stiffy, uh
Stiffy stiff stiffy uh
Moo moo, Cent 50 uh
Look down... that's my di*k uh
Hit a stage, hit a floor on the regular
Talk about draggin' nuts on the f*cking regular
Shoot at me, I shoot myself like buck, buck, buck
I ain't wanna take his buck but n*gga Fuㅋ it


b*tch you thirsty, please grab a Sprite
Whoopity scoop, whoop poop, poop
I broke up with a stiffy, let that sink in
Shout out to my dad but I'm f*ckin' adopted
Roba roba rob, slob on me knob

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Pop these, pop these, POP!
You let that sh*t POP
I would pull up, but I'm a f*ckin' b*tch

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