Correction Lyrics How We Bummin by Dy Krazy

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Yeah
DY Krazy

Forgi' got the detail, my bitch, she want a kid
The vert, it color seasick, I see it and I need it
Like I came with no wishes, I'm dripped, I'm Dior-'pedic
Get richer than a deacon, make sixty in an evening
Hit your block, shots fired, heated
My dope ties got me greedy
12 call me, caught amnesia
Your bitch is not a keeper
Five hundred bags of reefer
It got her usin' Deezer
Young nigga made a comeback
Yeah, I made her run back
Don't go inside no bars, all my cars cost a dub sack
Pull out the garage, four-five for my arm set
Bitch, don't even look up, lil' ho, you ain't done yet
'Bout to do a cook-up, wrist froze from the last check

She know just how we bomin', a lot of pretty hundreds
New vert'll hurt your stomach, my wrist four hundred hundred
My wrist like two new squares, just so you aware
Act stupid, boy, I dare, your ass get left right here

Can't beef with me, I'm stuck in my riches, I'm on a Lear
Dior my feet, I like how they fit, I want every pair
I'm 4LP like I want the money, I'm mister mayor
Fed on all the squares, this a new Spur, I cannot share
Sixty shots spray all in the tummy, knock off your air
Respect the hustlin', all of the funky, he ain't got no money
Stealin' shit and tryna go pawn it for a quick three hundred
I sold dope on my early morning, gotta keep it comin'
I know a lot of niggas that fronted, they ain't got no money
Young and I'm investing my money, it came from serving junkies
My first rims, they was some old Sonics, not the country ass hundreds
She wanna fuck me when I'm blunted

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