The Gumption lyrics

[Verse 1]
Oooo
I ain't seen a guy get the clout that quick
(I don't think I've seen that sh*t)
Every motherf*cker say he great right now, we could doubt that sh*t
(We could doubt that, motherf*cker)
Au revoir
Young di*k talkin' bout all of y’all
Young tits looking like Mardi Gras I might sharpie ya’ll
I’m tryna party dog
I'm like, ugh, I’m just tryna f*ck
Every motherf*cker in the way been f*cked
Every motherf*cker in the game been butt
Burd running circles, y’all been duck
I don't gotta chill, who the f*ck been y’all
Fam getting killed on some Chris Benoit
I don't got a deal but the meal quinoa
And I got it for a steal cuz the bill been comped
The server know L, like he so suburban and sh*t
He just been murdering sh*t like he take it too personal sh*t
Word is the sh*t that be purple up in that kid history is slightly perverted and sh*t
Word is there’s 32 b*tches who last name is tinder up in that kid phone
His profile been strong
I can't compete with these pictures like why is he on?
Suck di*k, motherf*cker
Suck di*k motherf*cker, I'm just tryna get the hoes on the down low
I don't even got friends in this town, I just moved to LA so I date cuz I'm outgoing
Kinda lonely too
Ex girl got another homie too, I'm not mad, just kinda sad
But it help that these hoes like rap
[Chorus]
It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun sh*t
I'mthe goddamn man like damn every time a motherf*cker hit the function
Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a motherf*cker make assumptions
I don't care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption

[Verse 2]
Ugh
They ain't really ready
I ain't even hard
But I stay with the semi
b*tches in the car, you could say I got a bevy
sh*t pretty par, di*ky do it on the the reggie
Lotta y'all ain’t probably never heard of on the reggie
That's a lil something Lil di*ky just invented
Now the white kids gonna say it on the reggie
You could say I pull the strings when it’s cool, Lil Penny
I just hit the double digits f*cking b*tches
Out in Venice hearing motherf*ckers bumpin' di*ky
They treat a youngun' like I’m Caesar with the ass kissing
That line about a f*cking salad if you ain't get it
But I ain't tryna get tossed, rap been lost
Like the map been off
They blowing smoke like the back exhaust
Fact you soft like an overcooked linguine noodle
You b*tch made I ain't f*ckin' with you lil poodles
My vocab the bomb
I’m the don with the lexicon
Cats pajamas, eastside reppin'
Westside stepping, you know I'm the man goddamn it
I just got a handjob damn it
Like from a masseuse
She was tryna f*ck, I ain't let her pursue
I ain't got 160 bucks
Plus I mentally connect with the hoes I f*ck
And this was a whore, I mean a literal whore
Not like massages in porn, this was an overweight Asian
With no aspirations, we never developed rapport
Eatin boar’s head in my other whore’s bed
Well not a whore, but you know she ain't a girlfriend
We still about to get it crackin' Paul George leg
I got a napkin if I c*m within the foreplay
[Chorus]
It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun sh*t
Im the goddamn man like damn erry time a maf*cka hit the function
Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a maf*cka make assumptions
Iont care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption

[Verse 3]
Iono the definition, f*ck is average
I been sittin', watching waiting, so impatient like it’s baggage
Claim I’m bout to be the greatest, naked pictures in my chat
These other rappers f*cking lazy word to bangin' in a hammock
But y’all ain't even hangin, y’all ain't in the running
Boy I’m f*cking up the track like the youngun' into running
Y’all are lighter with the fire, I want a match
He be like "Nah, I’m bout it, bro how you get at that"
Like these b*tches tryn rap, they on’t get they time wrappin'
I’m coming, like I’m f*cking, They underwood and to be frank I ain't fronting
Word to Kevin Spacey I’m another level
Debatably crazier, than sh*t they play beside the porn that you playing
At a matinee eatin' dip n dots
I'm getting checks, f*ck I care that my twitter not
Okay I care a little bit, algorithm isn’t doin' it’s job
I’m assuming it’s flawed, they probably not believing in Hobbes
The nice boy been ballin'
White boy been a damn king Scott Pollard
Gotta tell my mom stop callin'
But dog she confused about my destiny
Making me repeat myself like I was judging spelling bees but
I’m just tryna smoke weed, grab a quesarito
Got azul by a Spanish chick. Muy bonito or bonita
That's my vida
Keep the rapping tight both ways
Dexterous
Where my rita
And when it’s y’all it’s a nice sound, when it’s me, it be like "everybody pipe down"
Y’all the background, play ya part ho
Chex mix grubbin up at Wells Fargo
Had to make a new account, didn’t want the checks mixed
Y’all are tryna fit in I’m the one who playin tetris (oh my god)
This is the beginning of my day, it’s only breakfast
Y’all the mini bars, y’all got mini bars
Ma girl ass thick, that’s my Minotaur
You hear it fading but you crave another minute hard
That’s the difference when you Favid to these bigger stars
But you know Goliath getting rocked he gone finish scarred
I’m bout to break every record….white girls fall, Eric Decker