text: Bumpy Ride Lyrics
  Yo
  Yo
  Want a thousand stones, never knew about seven pounds an hour 
  Black lives matter, but in the hood, this wap means power 
  How much time did I take that chase? Have to left them jakes all sour
  Now plum sauce on duck, I just watch while they light up the Eiffel Tower 
  Its flashin’ lights, still I got gangdem ties 
  Wap cost five, thats light
  Bro let it hang out the passy side
  Music and road, still I cant decide
  I was on the wing eatin’ mash and pie 
  Looked in the judges eyes, I took that oath, I lied 
  Hit the strip and colly, couldnt do both, I tried 
  Street qualified, grow more on the field, thats science 
  In the T, I learnt mathematics 
  Made the phone do acrobatics 
  Wheres that magic? Stretch that package, Mr. Fantastic 
  Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit 
  Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic 
  Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it 
  Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
  I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets 
  Its like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it 
  I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it 
  Never been a taker, I’ma make her use the crop it 
  How much time did I whip pots? Watch my wrist lock
  Me, I’m tryna bring it back quicker than TikTok 
  All this bad B wanna do is lip-lock, me, Im tryna make sure the quality’s tiptop 
  Spent so much racks on six shots, keep it away from Junebug Izzpot 
  Hand tings for the gliding, I rise them autos for when I get pissed off 
  Baguettes on the wing, not Wingstop, so its only right I baguette my wristwatch 
  Feathered cushions, barely use it
  First-class flights to Europe, London, Dubai, act all stupid
  A hundred-thousand dirhams 
  Cant take away the pain but I know I can soothe it 
  Stretch that package, grub in plastic, money in transit 
  Lets drop this five but we need that nine if it gets too drastic 
  Got this credit card, give it to my bitch and I tell her, Max it 
  Been a bumpy ride, yeah, I let things slide
  I should have reached in the jacket, take out pocket rockets 
  It’s like hot potato, and my brothers, they will mash it 
  I dont need no favours, I got flavours, need to stash it 
  Never been a taker, Ima make her use the crop it 2Embed