Joey Indica - Bummy!

Why you worried bout my pockets nigga worry bout yo own
Why yo bitch up in my crib she bout to gimme super dome
Got like ten mylans, right in my left hand
And yo bitch off a xan, she just wants some bands
You got me and sinner bent
We don't give a fuck we gon po the wok again
Yeah my eyes crossed again
Still counting up racks, I'm still counting Benjamins
And I'm rocking all black
You're too puss no you'll never catch me lack
You talking down on me
And that's the reason why you ain't getting racks
Down bad and bummy
Tormenting these niggas like I'm scumie
I've been getting rich you getting bummy
I hit up body he gon drop a nigga for me
And these xans got me sick up in my stummy
You like my swag nigga you be stealing from me
Damn these niggas so soft these niggas gummy
Bussin out that lil glock it got you runnin
We got fray on the beat so of course that shit is poppin
I got three percs in my system so know I feel retarded
Yeah you claiming she your main why she out here tryna buss it
Big stoner yeah I'm always smokin
And I got my glock with me I might just tote it
Sipping on that wok that's my secret fuckin potion
And these niggas dry, nigga here go some lotion
Big stepper please don't mess with us
Choppa turn yo ass into some angel dust
Yeah I got so many hoes I could never get enough
Niggas always talking till it's time to get rough
Talking tough, nigga we might call yo bluff

Written by:
Joey Indica

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