Hamo, Rahim - Shumpert Lyrics

I bought me an oyster
Blue face with the diamonds make that moister
Every time she come around I pass her like a doob
And when I'm in that party pussy boy I got tool
Got hit seven times but I ain't hit the floor
Stayed ten toes man never fold
Pussy boy got hit and he fuckin ran
When I got hit I went lookin for this man
Stayed true to myself never missed beat
Yeah I lost my legs but was never off my feet
Month out the hospital I was back at it
Flippin them things like a fuckin bad habit
Circle real small too many phoneys
The real killa gonna be one of the hommies
Never been a bitch don't take to feds
If you move you lips you gone end up six feet dead
You pop a Xan' before doin a drill
We do it sober bitch for us it's a trill
And I don't give a fuck what they say at the end
Cause if when cant find you we gon get your mans

I can tell you all my bros down
If you come around my end they drop rounds (rounds)
I can tell you all my bills brown When I run on they block it's a ghost town (ghost town)
I can tell you we gon roll now cause you won't get shit but this life round (round)
I keep giving it up on his head top calling shots

Uh I keep the toolie ready
No time to hold it steady
But this shit don't miss
Coming out like confetti
They call me skinny so I keep three of them heavies
One in the head two in the belly
I got murder on mind got me feeling like I'm Melly
I got her feelin my music she's so amusing
Overwhelmed with confusion Come to my face make you vanish no trace
We gon start this shit up
Every time you see me I be counting it up
If you got a problem my partner shooting for fun
Don't got to say nun

I can tell you all my bros down
If you come around my end they drop rounds (rounds)
I can tell you all my bills brown When I run on they block it's a ghost town (ghost town)
I can tell you we gon roll now cause you won't get shit but this life round (round)
I keep giving it up on his head top calling shots

Yo bitch think I'm pretty even with these scars(seesh)
Got so much yeah I'm a piece of art (uh-huh)
No sneak dissin remember getting pissed on
Tied up like a bitch just to get your ass did in(BOP)
You thought that we forgot
But yous a gangsta g (what)
So how come when you got out you was in P.C
Yous a little beef so stop all the cappin
My YYC niggas bout to get to kidnappin
This time gon be proper gon be head splatter(POP)
Brains on the floor like shit don't matter
See cuzzo uses beams
You know he with the team
You ain't bout that life so stop all that capping
Before what happens next is real fucking tragic
Make your ass vanish like I just did some magic
What happens next is real fucking tragic make your ass like I just did some magic

I can tell you all my bros down
If you come around my end they drop rounds (rounds)
I can tell you all my bills brown When I run on they block it's a ghost town (ghost town)
I can tell you we gon roll now cause you won't get shit but this life round (round)
I keep giving it up on his head top calling shots