BUMS lyrics

[Verse]
Pills in my pocket, finna go to work
His shawl rag, chillin' like I'm Lil' Durk
Then I hit Atlanta with my best friend
Back to L.A. when the summer end
f*ck yo set, I'm going in
"Shawty, sip lean?" It's my only friend
You n*ggas don't know nothing 'bout a Louis case
"Don't cause a scene"? Oh, I'm finna catch a case
Bye b*tch, you ain't got no guap, b*tch
Turnin' chicks up on me, like you really need to stop, b*tch
I'm on top, b*tch, teach you how to rob, b*tch
Tip slide off, so you know it's finna pop, b—
Lady murder team, Campanella Park
I'm a hoodrat, stealin' thugs' hearts
Traphouse sex on a volcain
My money grow, Rogaine

[Pre-Chorus]
I'm from Bompton, Cali, where it's always summer
I can chip-split drugs for a new Hummer
You b*tches need to sit down, take a number

[Chorus]
You ain't got none? You b*tches bum
You ain't got nonе? You b*tches bum
You ain't got none? You b*tches bum
You ain't got nonе? You b*tches bum
You ain't got none? You b*tches bum