Gumpshun

[Chorus]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down, country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma used to say

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 1]

First off, I'm the country of the countriest

Mississippi, bitch, what you know about that country shit?

Hold on, prolong, I'm knowing what you thanking

Naw, it ain't the chittlings that got this shit here stanking

Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub boomin'

Shawty, I been stroking is what I been doing

Everybody got something to say about how we get down when we get round

'Cause it 38's on the crown vic

So I use the ladder to get down with

They think it's for the pickens is what I'm found with

Her face, ah, ass, outstanding

She micro braided, I pull it and pound it

That malt liqour keep a nigga grounded

On the porch with my kinfolk lounging

Up underneath the stars

They talk about my state but they know just who we are

[Chorus]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down, country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma used to say

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 2]

Psychedelically excelling on Daytons and Vogues

Debonairness majestic I'm killing these hoes

Sprinkle game on the greenest, the meanest of flow

Planting seeds in your mental and leave it to grow

Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy

Evenly so, buy me some Gators and pull up the Caddy

Open my door, chauffeur my car 'round and clean up my palace

Throw on my robe, run my bathwater and fill up my chalice

Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream

If that pussy needs ramming I'm bantering

Player made, tailor-made

Always in the Gator state

'92 Bulls on a fool, that's how players play

For the win like MJ straightaway

Shook 'em off, no time left, fuck it, fade away

Buzzer, it's all over with

Champagne with lobster and shrimp, pimp

[Chorus]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down, country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma used to say

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 3]

Ay, ay, player, play on

I roller skate on

I was taught to give them something just to hate on

Like a Ford engine light, I just stay on

To find a yellowbelly I can take home

Or lay on, 'cause it ain't nothing but a skill or two

You either get her done, barbecue or meal due

Let the superfly inside you steer you

Because being lame is a disease, it can kill you

So let me put you on these hoes

Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be vogue

Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly globe

Chromed out bumper with the Cobain doors

That's suicide shit if you ain't know that

Need a lil' pimping, baby girl, let me pour that

Sow that up with some dough on it

I was born with the gift of gab, so motherfucker throw a bow on it

[Chorus]

They know just who we are

Roll in oldie cars

Polo down, country bound

Tight like mason jars

My grandma used to say

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun