GrewSum - Saw It Comin’ lyrics

Yeah (yeah, yeah)
You motherfuckers didn't think I was
Coming like this huh? Oh, beat's crazy
Let me tell these motherfuckers who I am

What's my name? What's my name? (Grewsum)
Spit hot like you touched the flame
Ever since I came they don't bust the same
And I still take pride bustin' nuts on dames
I'm so perverted (so perverted)
Addicted to sex, but nobody's perfect
I know this for certain
At the strip club watchin' all
My snow bunnies workin'
Make obscene music, Halloween music
Make 'em bleed music, puff your weed to it
Ok? (ok) I think I look like a Chinese guy with a case of pinkeye
(I'm fucked up) still from the mixtape
Chug anything
Don't care how the shit tastes
Yeah, don't care how the shit tastes
Choke the shit down 'til
I get real shit-faced

Oh, whatever way I choose to rap
Just know it's always bumpin'
They movin' to the beat
I think I may have started somethin'
It's for my people smokin'
And them alcoholics buzzin'
This came out of no where and I
Don't think they saw it comin'

What's my name? What's my name? (Darkflow)
Hit hard like I punched your brain
Matter of fact might cut your brain
Might fuck your dame
You fucks is slain, I'm fucking insane
I'm a new breed baby (Machete love)
Might fingerbang your bitch with
A Freddy glove
Wanna go against me? Then I guess you dumb
But go ahead and step up
Dawg and get you some
But you never come around
My spot is not calm
This plot just got spawned off rotten dot com
You ever came around
I could knock your top off
You wanted all to quit but
I'm not gon' stop dawg
Half you motherfuckers shouldn't spit
You suck so when you see me in your
Area you hit the dust
Literally I'ma rip you up, tear you open
And play a game of tug-of-war with your guts
Yeah

Whatever way I choose to rap
Just know it's always bumpin'
They movin' to the beat
I think I may have started somethin'
It's for my people smokin'
And them alcoholics buzzin'
This came out of no where and I
Don't think they saw it comin'

What’s my name? (Papa Burgundy)
Think about it hard 'cause you
Might've heard of me
Maybe on the track with 3rd Degree
If it don't ring a bell
You’re not concerning me
Sssh, hush that vibe
Got your girl in my crib on a mustache ride
Screamin' like she’s singin' in the opera
She ain’t coming back now, she done met papa
Yeah if she deep throat half
She'll be talking funny
If she take it in the ass
She'll be walking funny
If she don't do either
I know that she'll be back
Quick with the box of prophylactics (uh huh)
She don't like weed, she a pole smoker
Before she does that, she's a hand stroker
Papa Burgundy knows he can poke her
The minute that he’s done setting
Up the cam corder, yeah

Whatever way I choose to rap
Just know it's always bumpin'
They movin' to the beat
I think I may have started somethin'
It's for my people smokin'
And them alcoholics buzzin'
This came out of no where and I
Don't think they saw it comin'
Whatever way I choose to rap
Just know it's always bumpin'
They movin' to the beat
I think I may have started somethin'
It's for my people smokin'
And them alcoholics buzzin'
This came out of no where and I
Don't think they saw it comin'