Yeah, I said tell me, what's really going on
Jumá Luciano back up in it, what's happening
Boomerang up in this ho, yeah I'll be back again
I be putting in that work but I ain't clocking in
I had a dream that I should kill off all the rap niggas
But when it come to rap niggas, I'm the last to kin
Okay, let me start this song right, I can take you home right
Said that we just chilling, she gon' fuck me on the first night
Ain't go to the store so you got condoms in your purse right
If you don't that's cool, you can suck it like a pop ice
I mean ice pop, baby make that cuchi pop
Shit so good I'll buy it, you should sell it at the Cuchi Shop
And I make a reservation, put my name on it
Treat her like a wifey but I never put a ring on it
Niggas hating on me, I'm the hottest in the three-six
I don't give a F though, I be on my G shit
I'm so fly as fuck and I ain't talking bout a G6
Kyli, Ju and Anthony, them niggas that I be's with
Higher than a rocket, tell them call me Jumá-blastoff
Shitting on these niggas, ah, yes I am an asshole
They say I'm obnoxious, bitch I didn't ask though
Boy don't tick me off before I give your ass a tac toe
I mean toe tag, hold on bring that flow back
Where the fuck the blunt so I can spark it, inhale, blow that
And I don't want your girl, huh, you can have that hoe back
Fuck her, I don't keep her, I don't need her, you should know that
No cap,
This that fire need to ventilate
I be eating rappers with no fork or fucking dinner plate
Spit that crazy shit, just listen to me as I demonstrate
And when I do decide to finally take a break
I know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone
Know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone
Know that they'll miss me,
I know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone
Yo, fuck it hoe, I'm back in
Plug just flew that pack in
Long nights in the studio, I'm trying to bring them racks in
They told me not to start nothing, watch me as I begin
Know my ABCs, but bitch, I always keep a FN
I'm so Carolina from the lost, that's what I'm reppin
I stay with that 30 like I'm Curry, nigga, Stephen
You niggas ain't got no hit songs, niggas ain't got no mixtapes
Please get off my dick so I can put it in your bitch face
I'm icy, nigga, you light breeze
Jumá ball like Tyrese
These niggas my copycats, we ain't twins, no siamese
These niggas ain't like me, and these niggas don't like me
Cause I make they bitch hit high Cs when I eat the cat like Chinese
Pulling up in them Range Rovers, smoking purple, I ain't sober
Tell them niggas I can't stop cause I'm on a roll like paint rollers
Hatin' niggas get cold shoulder, hatin' niggas get paid dust
Niggas thinking they run the game, I'm big boss, game over
I know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone
Know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone
Know that they'll miss me,
I know that they'll miss me whenever I'm gone