Gumpshun lyrics

[Chorus]
They know just who we are
Roll in oldie cars
Polo down, country bound
Tight like mason jars
My grandma used to say
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 1]
First off, I'm the country of the countriest
Mississippi, b*tch, what you know about that country sh*t?
Hold on, prolong, I'm knowing what you thanking
Naw, it ain't the chittlings that got this sh*t here stanking
Jumping, bumping through the speakers, sub boomin'
Shawty, I been stroking is what I been doing
Everybody got something to say about how we get down when we get round
'Cause it 38's on the crown vic
So I use the ladder to get down with
They think it's for the pickens is what I'm found with
Her face, ah, ass, outstanding
She micro braided, I pull it and pound it
That malt liqour keep a n*gga grounded
On the porch with my kinfolk lounging
Up underneath the stars
They talk about my state but they know just who we are
[Chorus]
They know just who we are
Roll in oldie cars
Polo down, country bound
Tight like mason jars
My grandma used to say
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 2]
Psychedelically excelling on Daytons and Vogues
Debonairness majestic I'm killing these hoes
Sprinkle game on the greenest, the meanest of flow
Planting seeds in your mental and leave it to grow
Eager to know how to get money and bring it to daddy
Evenly so, buy me some Gators and pull up the Caddy
Open my door, chauffeur my car 'round and clean up my palace
Throw on my robe, run my bathwater and fill up my chalice
Sit on my balance beam until her belly cream
If that pus*y needs ramming I'm bantering
Player made, tailor-made
Always in the Gator state
'92 Bulls on a fool, that's how players play
For the win like MJ straightaway
Shook 'em off, no time left, f*ck it, fade away
Buzzer, it's all over with
Champagne with lobster and shrimp, pimp
[Chorus]
They know just who we are
Roll in oldie cars
Polo down, country bound
Tight like mason jars
My grandma used to say
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun

[Verse 3]
Ay, ay, player, play on
I roller skate on
I was taught to give them something just to hate on
Like a Ford engine light, I just stay on
To find a yellowbelly I can take home
Or lay on, 'cause it ain't nothing but a skill or two
You either get her done, barbecue or meal due
Let the superfly inside you steer you
Because being lame is a disease, it can kill you
So let me put you on these hoes
Chevy that be heavy and the wall that be vogue
Peanut butter guts with the grape jelly globe
Chromed out bumper with the Cobain doors
That's suicide sh*t if you ain't know that
Need a lil' pimping, baby girl, let me pour that
Sow that up with some dough on it
I was born with the gift of gab, so motherf*cker throw a bow on it
[Chorus]
They know just who we are
Roll in oldie cars
Polo down, country bound
Tight like mason jars
My grandma used to say
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun
Boy, you got, boy, you got, boy, you got gumpshun