Blumpkin lyrics

[Verse 1: London Yellow]
Sex on my mind, but a n*gga don't be gettin' played (Yeah)
Money on my mental, but a n*gga's never gettin' paid
Probably 'cause I sit inside the crib and eat poop all day
Probably 'cause I'm cray-cray, my mental always been this way (Yeah)
Throwin' up, n*ggas always like, "You must have been dropped on yo' head"
I'm a chef, young boo, I'ma get some poop and put it on slices of bread
But b*tches don't like 'cause poop on my breath
But I touch on they breasts and they like it finesse
He said no, but I heard yes
If I see a dude, then I'm a rapist
I drew a picturе, can you rate this?
It's a still-life of my f*ckin' turd on a silk curtain
Hard headеd, but my head hurtin'
Spooky guy like Tim Burton
I spread my buttcheeks, get it spurtin'
London Yellow is so disgurstin'
Yeah, (Shut up) what you do is not workin'
Now my f*ckin' goddamn feelings hurtin'
Bout to cry on the beat
I feel like Ugly God every time I beat meat
I feel like I'm light skinned, I think I'm trendy
Ooh-wee, I feel like I'm Rick and Morty
Funniest sh*t that I even seen
Don't pop no pill, but I do heroin
Doja Cat played out, I need a new queen
I just want kuchan, I just want cheese
[Interlude: AHSE]
London, for real?
(f*cking London)
It's, it's exact- *sigh*
I guess, Jesus Christ
(f*ck) I'm recording
(sh*t-ass b*tch) Alright
(f*ckin') Uh
Yeah

[Verse 2: AHSE]
I'ma just hop on this song
'Cause London just gave me some lotion, f*ck with the motion
I move with the movement, I farted, excuse me
Your sh*t doesn't move me unless it's a movie (Aaaaahhhh)
I hopped on this track, 'cause n*gga just gave me some crack
But who is in the suit?
This n*gga just told me he sellin' his soul only for booty
But what type of booty? The one that excuses
Dries, it flies, it's hidden in thighs
I wanna go home, this n*gga is creepy
He singin' 'bout pee-pees, (I wanna leave!) but he got the sauce
Not talkin' bout Cece's, I'll serve you a three-piece
f*ck who my n*gga, this white kid just told me you diagnosed with ligma
f*ck is you saying, b*tch? I ain't playin'
You talkin' too much, your spit just sprayin'
And now I'm cravin' some top
Slop-sloppy as sh*t, you just lay on your back
And lay while you droppin' this sh*t
Blumpkin!
[Outro: AHSE & London Yellow]
Okay, you got that
I have to pee, so take that (That f*ckin')
(Bit this stupid ass sh*t!)
(That f*ckin' Jeff just-) b*tch!
(f*ckin' on fire and sh*t)
God!
(I'm goin' to my house) I'm tryin' to leave
Get the f*ck out (AAHHH)
Get out!
Jeff doesn't want you here