Big K.R.I.T. - Gumpshun lyrics

They know just who we are roll in oldie cars
Polo down country bound
Tight like mason jars my grandma use 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

First off, I'm the country of the countriest
Mississippi bitch
What you know about that country shit?
Hold on, prolong I'm doing 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 down
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 im found with
Her face uhh ass outstanding
She micro braided I pull it and pound it
That malt liqour keep a nigga grounded
On the porch with my kin folk lounging
Up underneath the stars
They talk about my state but they
Know jus who we are

They know just who we are roll in oldie cars
Polo down country bound
Tight like mason jars my grandma use 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

Psychedelically excelling on daytons
And vogues
Debonaireness majestic I'm killing these hoes
Sprinkle game of the greenest
The meanest of flows
Plant a seed in your mental
And leave in 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 bathe water 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 thats how players play
For the win like MJ straight away
Shook em off no time left fuck it fade away
Buzzer it's all over with
Champagne lobster and shrimp

They know just who we are roll in oldie cars
Polo down country bound
Tight like mason jars my grandma use 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

Ah playa play on i roller skate on
I was taught to give them
Something just to hate on
Like a ford engine light I jus stay on
To find a yella belly I can take home
Or lay on
Cause it ain't nothing bout a skill to
You either get her done barbecue or meal due
Let the superfly inside you steer you
Because being lame is a disease
And 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 didn'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

They know just who we are roll in oldie cars
Polo down country bound
Tight like mason jars my grandma use 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