Bummy Buster - FRESH OFF THE BOAT lyrics

Gang [x3] Ayy Charles you a fool for this one Bummy Buster in this b**h Pull up in the club in my Blackberry's Out the cut b**h I'm very scary Motherf**er it's a drought so I told your b**h to open mouth And you know that b**h got drink so I but her on the bench And she french then I'm fried Man I'm so damn high I couldn't open my eyes then I dropped out of school Told them n***a's that I died Now you wonder why i'm fried You try to get on me but you really just lost your mind Think it's your time but it could really be up n***a's went blind because I'm Glo'd all up Head to toe and I'm aiming at your torso f** the Jay free mar last time I seen broke We were smoking dro out his car Shinning like some stars Getting the near row And b**h I ain't your hero We smash on your bros And f** on they hoes If they ain't got pretty toe Then you get them out your door I don't play go hit 'em up and then K.O f** n***a got smoke b**h I've been fuego Smoking hella puck puck watch you heard loud pack Went through that now I made maniac White Timb's buddy I'm all dressed up in designer b**h you can't f** with me Bummy Buster [x4] b**h I'm Bummy Buster Bummy Buster the man with them bands on my hands Got em majesty that copped with fifty (In the club) xan's Chopped up 50 whales on your man When he jumping that fence Bobby got clap back at the spot Stand against my block do not play We smoking strong, just left Canada Now I'm hotboxing the (small) See you the first time in America First time in your motherf**ing area b**h Call me Steve O smoking on the end dope Thought you can't see me cause I'm f**ing out though Can't see me, said it twice on the TV John Cena and Karina s**ing my dick Her name is Katrina Hurricane Kris on the blunt while I'm smoking it Your b**h can't stop chocking dick Yeah you know I'm getting it, Money b**h yeah ain't sh** funny b**h I'm bummy b**h got this sh** on my b**h come (x2) Hear me come b**h, see me come b**h (s** my f**ing dick) Y'all already know, thirty round clip on my hip God Damn rubber bands, I can't stand your math But you gonna get k**ed, Pop like a f**ing pill Then I'm gonna get him the chills When I'm at his funeral, f** his mother Then I came out with his daughter Bobby just kidding b**h I'm just kidding b**h Me Im a p**y pug b**h I'm just kidding b**h Oh God Damn (Uhh) s** my dick, b**h