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Brockhampton – Gummy (Music Video 2017)

Lyrics to “Gummy” performed by Brockhampton

These ni*gas take me for granted, what would hap’ if I vanish
Bet a hunnid they’d panic, my shooters only speak Spanish
Keep my heart with my dogs, keep my car in the yard
I can’t drive it nowhere so I let you ni*gas take off
Seen the shit that they drop, that shit not instantly hot
I give that instant re-bop, that replay value go off
That make my value go up, I keep that bow in my cup
My ni*gas rolling, got that going with a thousand to bust

That ni*ga Kevin can’t rap, he too sappy with his shit
He don’t rep me with his shit, he on that teenage bullshit
And he ’bout 20 and shit, when he let go of that shit
He’ll prolly be a little colder, y’all agree with me shit

That ni*ga need to act his age, he ain’t acting like a grown up
Ain’t that boy from Texas.. he ain’t acting like a soldier
Knew that boy in high school, man that ni*ga wasn’t awkward
And I know his mama, man that ni*ga just a liar

Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
Cried my last tears, bi*ch
Cashed my last check (check)
Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
Cash don’t mean shit (shit)
Cried my last tears, bi*ch
Cashed my last check (check)
Cash don’t mean shit (shit)

Call me king of the ni*gas, I need a crown made of thorns
God said let there be light, on the day I was born
Step off the ship with the slaves, then I go hit the stage
I just left in a whip, all I need is a chain
I don’t trust no ni*gas, and I don’t trust no bi*ch
‘Cause people talk too much, I bought a black four-fifth
And a brand new clip, that’s my new best friend
‘Cause I’m a brand new ni*ga, In a brand new crib

I ain’t sellin no more, but got my hand in the zip
Whitey gave me the check, I ain’t ask for the fame
I used to deal with the grams, ’till they put the cam on my face
Now I’m evading the law, I’m on a high-speed chase
I’m in a big ass truck, I tell ’em get out the way
I gotta couple of warrants, so I’m leaving my state
Now I’m in Cali today, with the sun on my face
I got a bag of the gas, and a blunt I can face

How I’m gon’ move at your pace, I’m busy settin’ the tone
You think we runnin’ together, I’m in a lane of my own
Don’t got no friends in this game, it’s me and my brothers alone
They thinkin’ that we competing, that shit depletin’ my bones

I don’t need all that energy, they just f*ck up my chakras
I put my heart in a locker, they love me when I’m a martyr
They hate me when I’m myself, I can’t barter with that
You watch us charter these tracks, it’s sticking like tartar and plaque

I need a parlour of plaques, need lobsters and helicopters
I need peace for my ni*gas, need darker skin for all my doctors
I like to speak like a scholar, like to think like a ni*ga
In this world I can’t wander, no honor behind the trigger
I could get shot in my back, and they’d tell the world that I fought ’em
We ain’t taught ’em nothin’ new, but somehow they been gettin’ smarter
That’s what they sayin’ in private, speaking from that entitlement
We still workin’ for titles, and makin’ tidal environments

Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

Cash don’t last, my friends will ride with me
Keep ’em in my bag, we robbed a limousine
When the guns go pow, won’t bother us again
I don’t wanna do it but they keep on pushing me

F*ck, put ya ante up, riding in the limousine
I’m stuck on some bud I hit, under concrete canopy
F*ck all this energy, you just wanna bring me down
F*ck all your energy, you just wanna bring me down

F*ck, put the windows up, blowin’ past the exit now
Up like a money shot, swerve into the sunset
Me and all my boys jet, swervin’ like a donut
Off, off, off, off, swervin’ like a donut

Nigga whaaat
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga whaaaat
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga whaaat
(Pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, pull up, if you want to)
Nigga whaaaaat…

➤ Album: Saturation II
Produced by Jabari Manwa, Kiko Merley & Romil Hemnani

Filmed in Van Nuys, Los Angeles, California, USA
Directed by Kevin Abstract
Brockhampton 2017