Bumpin’ My Music

Okay we know your a hater, you dont still have to grill
Cuz I peel back my top & my grill match my wheels
& my wheels match my watch, this how real swagger feel
You ain't ill, stackin bills, talking about you movin' bricks
& you still cappin' pills, motherfucker get a grip
Cause we will grab the wheel, we some riders motherfucker
& Welcome To Swaggaville, Ain't a hotter motherfucker
Call my nigga Dre & tell him come and holla motherfucker
Yeah I got it motherfucker, check my technique out
You can get hit with this Tech, it ain't that technical
& you wonder why these mothafuckas sweat me now?
God told me I was fly & never let me down
In that candy apple Chevy, Laker court yellow Guts
I'm special. I should ride a short yellow bus
You know the way I play
I chop the top off that motherfucker, faster than Carmelo & A.I braids
I'mma stay fly, paid cause I'm super extra groovy
& I keep a model bitch that scoop & chill in that jacuzzi
While I'm Bumpin' My Music. I meant that literal
Bumpin' My Music, These niggas pitiful
Im critical, I better not hear a cricket or a cricket move
I spit this sickest shit, way too ridiculous to ridicule
Get a few sips of brew, slip into a chick or two
& jump off of my dick and maybe you can get some figures too
On on yeah, I'm clinically insane
I take this music & use it as my remedy for pain
If they want a lyrical war well then no enemies remain
It'll be result of a Volkswagen when it meet a train
If you tender leave the game, we goin Hard in The Paint
Stop making being a little bitch your job if it ain't
Cause when my squad in the tank
You gon be playing dead like Mr. Potato Head with all these arms in your face
Ewwww, ain't nobody better than me & thats realll
& that ain't even me being cocky either nigga, thats skilll
I met your bitch at Vicky's Secret
& she said if I can keep a secret maybe we can chillll
I said, oh baby thats the deal just make ur Vicky's match your heels & Welcome To Swaggaville
Haha..You already know what it is...We goin in mayne..