Bumpy Johnson

Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road But I'm feeling like Bumpy Johnson Good, die young, I'm a wrongen Long live Driss, he's never forgotten (you're now listening to Young Chencs) If my man cross me, then, I'm cutting his fingers off, so fingers crossed My finger prints will all over the rock It's hot, no other choice but to rinse the spot I'm selective with who I get with Girl on my phone try see who I'm fucking Lil' bro got his hand in his pocket Come any closer and see if he's bluffing Six-man in the yard, O.T. was the last to sleep and I woke up first Bad Bs, they curved the kid back then when I weren't so lit, now, the roles reversed Soon as you get some Ps, these hoes occur, hoes appear Nowhere near, had nowhere to live, had to sofa surf (uh) At the time, it was bad, it was all in my mind 'Cause in hindsight, it could've been worse Ex ting giving me red eye and spoiling my new one, it could've been her "Don't dwell in the past," I'm telling my darg, "If it happened, then bro, there's a reason" I ain't beefing bro about nothing, we act like men and we come to agreements The cell got hit, but I bit too late, so, I gave him one for the inconvenience Rookie, young but I ain't no rookie, your place got took 'cause you're inexperienced I don't think that them man there serious In the trap, had a plan like that Same way man pull up my pants and take off my hat and change my appearance A lot of pain I'm used to enduring, I see my crew and I'm throwing my Ls up Dagger on bro like Zelda, ain't Nintendo, this is the ghetto We trap like The Wire, they act like Elba Don't have a Scooby, I stay with dookie I got my darg, it's somethin' like Shaggy I got a good girl like Velma Was young, goin' school to let out the anger I had that was built inside You get a weird mix of emotion when you feel both guilt and pride Long day and I need uplifting, switch up the sound to a feel-good vibe These songs are all self-snitching, if I did do a drill, I'd deny it Tryna dodge old bro, bake off in the bando, hold my nose, it's a horrid smell Ba-bad one comin' from quay, so, I'm travelling West from Tottenham Hale Some man think that cah they met man once they know me well Man, I done what I've done in the ends But nobody's done what I've done on a global scale Young and fresh, they ain't no threat, they old and frail (haha) Popped my address, just dropped my name in a song and they hope it sells (huh) Sit back and watch them embarrass themselves Made a French connection, see mans blueprint working, now they go Paris as well Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road, but, I'm feelin' like Bumpy Johnson One call and my bro get the job done Fuck everyone, I ain't feeling monogamous Stayin' anonymous isn't a problem Good, die young, I'm a wrongen Long live Driss, he's never forgotten A real trap boy stay juggin' Put on your belt, it's a bumpy road, but, I'm feeling like Bumpy Johnson One call and my bro get the job done Fuck everyone, I ain't feelin' monogamous Stayin' anonymous isn't a problem Good, die young, I'm a wrongen Long live Driss, he's never forgotten A real trap boy stay juggin'