Trappin Like The 80’s

[Intro]
Ayy, Bushman
Ayy, uh

[Chorus]
We trappin' like we tryna bring the eighties back
I drop the bounce, but I'm tryna bring her baby back
I crush the birds, still like to get groovy
I'll still serve them, bitch, I'm not boujee
My hotline it bling like a beeper
Bushman got the base bumpin' through your speakers
Sucker MC's, don't want no beats either
'Ready done know your honey, I'll just teef her

[Verse]
I was cookin' booger sugar in a beaker
I watch the junky's nose bleed from the blessure
That guy that keeps on OD, just take a chill pill, dude
Oh my God, bro, I'm so fuckin' zen right now
I ain't gon' lie, I poppеd a chill pill too
And I just payed my lawyer, so I'm in a good mood
All the hottiеs wanna ride me, I'm like, "Totally, dude!"
Yeah-yeah, gnarly, gnarly
It's so funny, real, real funny
Everywhere I go, you know I make it smell funky
I will turn the trap house into Soul Train
Still wanna see me Boogie Down with your auntie, ayy
I gave her half a Perky, like fuck the Oxy
If she do Morphine then now we talkin'
My shooters like to slide in, goddamn, just lot pissed
We would really slap shots at you fuckin' jive turkeys

[Chorus]
We trappin' like we tryna bring the eighties back
I drop the bounce, but I'm tryna bring her baby back
I crush the birds, still like to get groovy
I'll still serve them, bitch, I'm not boujee
My hotline it bling like a beeper
Bushman got the base bumpin' through your speakers
Sucker MC's, don't want no beats either
'Ready done know your honey, I'll just teef her

[Outro]
Yeah, what's wrong with these fuckin' sucker MC's?
Bushman, I don't like sucker MC's