Central Cee - Bumpy Johnson lyrics

Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road
But I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson
Good, die young, I'm a wrongen
Long live Driss, he's never forgotten
(You're now listening to Young Chencs)

If my man cross me, I'm
Cuttin' his fingers off, so fingers crossed
My finger prints will all over the rock
It's hot
No other choice but to rinse the spot
I'm selective with who I get with
Gyal on my phone try see who I'm fuckin'
Lil' bro got his hand in his pocket
Come any closer and see if he's bluffin'
Six man in the yard
OT was the last to sleep and I woke up first
Bad Bs, they curved the kid back
Then when I weren't so lit
Now the roles reversed
Soon as you get some Ps, these hoes occur
Hoes appear
Nowhere near, had nowhere to live
Had to sofa surf (Uh)
At the time, it was bad
It was all in my mind
'Cause in hindsight, it could've been worse
Ex ting givin' me red eye
And spoilin' my new one
It could've been her
"Don't dwell in the past, " I'm tellin'
My darg, "If it happened, then bro
There's a reason"
I ain't beefin' bro 'bout nothin'
We act like men and we come to agreements
The cell got hit, but I bit too late, so
I gave him one for the inconvenience
Rookie, young but I ain't no rookie
Your place got took
'cause you're inexperienced
I don't think that them man there serious
In the trap, had a plan like that
Same way man pull up my pants and take
Off my hat and change my appearance
A lot of pain I'm used to endurin'
I see my crew and I'm throwin' my Ls up
Dagger on bro like Zelda, ain't Nintendo
This is the ghetto
We trap like The Wire, they act like Elba
Don't have a Scooby, I stay with dookie
I got my darg, it's somethin' like Shaggy
I got a good girl like Velma was young
Goin' school to let out the anger
I had that was built inside
You get a weird mix of emotion when
You feel both guilt and pride
Long day and I need upliftin'
Switch up the sound to a feel-good vibe
These songs are all self-snitchin', if
I did do a drill, i'd deny it
Tryna dodge old bro, bake off in
The bando, hold my nose, it's a horrid smell
Ba─ Bad one comin' from qway, so
I'm travellin' West from Tottenham Hale
Some man think that 'cause they met
Man once they know me well
Man, I done what I've done in the ends
But nobody's done what I've done
On a global scale
Young and fresh, they ain't no threat
They old and frail (Haha)
Pop down brehs just dropped my name in
A song and they hope it sells (Huh)
Sit back and watch them embarrass themselves
Made a French connection, see
Mans blueprint workin'
Now they go Paris as well

Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road
But I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson
One call and my bro get the job done
Fuck everyone, I ain't feelin' monogamous
Stayin' anonymous isn't a problem
Good, die young, I'm a wrongen
Long live Driss, he's never forgotten
The real trap boys stay juggin'
Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road
But I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson
One call and my bro get the job done
Fuck everyone, I ain't feelin' monogamous
Stayin' anonymous isn't a problem
Good die young, I'm a wrongen
Long live Driss, he's never forgotten
The real trap boys stay juggin'