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Gummo
Hip-Hop/Rap
Gummo was released on February 12, 2026 by R96 as a part of the album Oblivion
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Release DateFebruary 12, 2026
LabelR96
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM150

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

Jump in the stu make hits
When you step to the booth you be sounding shit
Ain't no matter how much you drop
Still nobody know who the fuck you is
Make money online and out on the strip
Won't check my line for none of these pricks
You'll never make piss I gotta admit
It's about that time that you callin' it quits
Spit these bars like the rent is due
Cause they all know me but don't mention you
This cash stay green while the fountain blue
Got codiene mixed in the Mountain Dew
Just stepped in the scene then blew
Cause man be stuck to the game like glue
Know my lane but they got no clue
These cunts all talk couldn't walk my shoes
Don't do if's or buts or maybe's
Cause man's just spittin' out facts
I'm an OG 90's baby run this shit and it ain't no cap
Dentist said I been grinding lately
But I can't help tryna make it stack
Man it's R96 from the ABZ
I'm a well known G all of over the map
Jump in the stu make hits
When you step to the booth you be sounding shit
Ain't no matter how much you drop
Still nobody know who the fuck you is
Make money online and out on the strip
Won't check my line for none of these pricks
You'll never make piss I gotta admit
It's about that time that you callin' it quits
Your shits on a downward slope
Fake drip in your pics and you man still broke
High grade is the shit we smoke
And I make these p's everytime I toke
Cause I know I'm doing the most
Try catch up but you won't get close
Wen't to your yard and you're still unknown
Meanwhile in the scene they call me the goat
On the run when the blue lights flash
Man's doing up laps hope the ding don't crash
If I catch him lack better watch we strapped
These opps ten toes on the road they dash
Get the work with a bang and a mash
And there ain't no cunt gonna test my graft
Say I'm a fiend when it comes to the cash
So it's back to the gaff tryna hide this stash
I'm sick to death of these pagans
Billin' up yutes on any occasion
Get p's they can check the my statements
So they can't fuck with the dream I'm chasin
I'm on top and I know it's blatant
Wanna send shots go ahead I'm waiting
And I need me a long vacation
All of these cunts tryna test my patience
Jump in the stu make hits
When you step to the booth you be sounding shit
Ain't no matter how much you drop
Still nobody know who the fuck you is
Make money online and out on the strip
Won't check my line for none of these pricks
You'll never make piss I gotta admit
It's about that time that you callin' it quits
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