"No Fumbles" lyrics
Gigantic, Humongous
(Let the band play)
(You know LilJu made it)
Yes, sir
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (Back to the money)
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred (Three hundred)
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Steppin' and stompin')
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Uh-huh)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Uh-huh)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Yes, sir)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (Yes, sir)
Chasin' the bitch and I'm catchin' these commas (These commas)
Spot us an opp, he get flushed with this plunger (Grrt, fah)
Bankroll pink and green, Cosmo and Wanda (Cosmo and Wanda)
Trap on AB, servin' Bob Marley ganja (Uh-huh)
Dropped out of school, but still good with them numbers (Them numbers)
My bitch, she real bad, lookin' like a Rapunzel (A Rapunzel)
Keep me a rifle but not a deer hunter (Uh-huh)
Have some dark days but a light at the end of the tunnel (Woo)
Killeo with me, he ready to burn you (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga feel froggy, got Dracs for you Kermit's (Bah)
School of hard knocks, yeah, I had to go earn it (Fah, fah)
Pop us a nigga, they gave him a sermon (Fah, fah)
Kimefa nigga but my car a German (Fah)
I really made it out through my whole journey (Yeah)
Big booty Maybach, came through that bitch swervin' (Skrrt)
I need my money real urgent (Fah)
Caught me a pack, it came early (Early)
Ballin' hard like Julius Erving (Ball), we on your top like a turban (Your top)
Might take a trip out to Turkey (Yeah), send his ass up with the birdies (Send him up)
Not talkin' money, then you know I'm curvin' (I'm curvin')
Get me a drop and I send 'em real urgent (Real urgent)
Keep me a tucked, one hand, Michael Irvin (Yeah), niggas see me and get nervous (Yes, sir)
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (Back to the money)
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Yeah)
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Poppin' it)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Honor, yeah)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (No fumbles)
Uh, goin' hard, can't call it quits
Bitches spot Grape, now I'm signin' they tits (They tits)
Sippin' on yellow, it came with the gris (The gris)
Speakin' of rich niggas, Grape in the mix (I'm in the mix)
Uppin' the chop' on the opp, then he glitch (Woo)
Killin' these traitors like, "Damn, Moochie did?
Yellow gold chain like I dipped it in piss (Yeah)
Play with my gang, you get shot in your shit (Fah, fah)
Fucked up a check and I got that shit right back (Right back)
Fuck them lil' niggas, we come for the top half (Top half)
Soon as we spot you, that's where you get popped at (Popped at)
Niggas be talkin', they really not like that (On God)
I'm poppin' my swag, yeah, you niggas gon' bite that (Bitin'-ass niggas)
Fetch you a bone, yeah, you better bring it right back (Right back)
Pick your bitch up from the back, she can't fight that (Smash, smash, smash, smash, smash, yeah, haha)
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred (Giangic, Gigantic)
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Gigantic, Big Moochie)
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Yeah)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Yeah)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Yeah)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (Run it no fumbles, bitch)
(Let the band play)
(You know LilJu made it)
Yes, sir
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (Back to the money)
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred (Three hundred)
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Steppin' and stompin')
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Uh-huh)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Uh-huh)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Yes, sir)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (Yes, sir)
Chasin' the bitch and I'm catchin' these commas (These commas)
Spot us an opp, he get flushed with this plunger (Grrt, fah)
Bankroll pink and green, Cosmo and Wanda (Cosmo and Wanda)
Trap on AB, servin' Bob Marley ganja (Uh-huh)
Dropped out of school, but still good with them numbers (Them numbers)
My bitch, she real bad, lookin' like a Rapunzel (A Rapunzel)
Keep me a rifle but not a deer hunter (Uh-huh)
Have some dark days but a light at the end of the tunnel (Woo)
Killeo with me, he ready to burn you (Yeah, yeah)
Nigga feel froggy, got Dracs for you Kermit's (Bah)
School of hard knocks, yeah, I had to go earn it (Fah, fah)
Pop us a nigga, they gave him a sermon (Fah, fah)
Kimefa nigga but my car a German (Fah)
I really made it out through my whole journey (Yeah)
Big booty Maybach, came through that bitch swervin' (Skrrt)
I need my money real urgent (Fah)
Caught me a pack, it came early (Early)
Ballin' hard like Julius Erving (Ball), we on your top like a turban (Your top)
Might take a trip out to Turkey (Yeah), send his ass up with the birdies (Send him up)
Not talkin' money, then you know I'm curvin' (I'm curvin')
Get me a drop and I send 'em real urgent (Real urgent)
Keep me a tucked, one hand, Michael Irvin (Yeah), niggas see me and get nervous (Yes, sir)
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money (Back to the money)
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Yeah)
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Poppin' it)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Honor, yeah)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (No fumbles)
Uh, goin' hard, can't call it quits
Bitches spot Grape, now I'm signin' they tits (They tits)
Sippin' on yellow, it came with the gris (The gris)
Speakin' of rich niggas, Grape in the mix (I'm in the mix)
Uppin' the chop' on the opp, then he glitch (Woo)
Killin' these traitors like, "Damn, Moochie did?
Yellow gold chain like I dipped it in piss (Yeah)
Play with my gang, you get shot in your shit (Fah, fah)
Fucked up a check and I got that shit right back (Right back)
Fuck them lil' niggas, we come for the top half (Top half)
Soon as we spot you, that's where you get popped at (Popped at)
Niggas be talkin', they really not like that (On God)
I'm poppin' my swag, yeah, you niggas gon' bite that (Bitin'-ass niggas)
Fetch you a bone, yeah, you better bring it right back (Right back)
Pick your bitch up from the back, she can't fight that (Smash, smash, smash, smash, smash, yeah, haha)
Yeah, uh, got out of jail and got back to the money
Just left the bank, finna fuck up three hundred (Giangic, Gigantic)
Trappin' that pack in the hood, my lil' niggas, they steppin' and stompin' (Gigantic, Big Moochie)
Poppin' my shit, yeah, you know how I'm comin' (Yeah)
Bring your big head, ride or die, Danny Thomas (Yeah)
I'm the god in the hood and they treat me with honor (Yeah)
Catch me a pack and I run it, no fumbles (Run it no fumbles, bitch)
