Lil Dicky – The Gumption lyrics

Oh, I ain't seen a guy get the clout that quick
(I don't think I seen that shit)
Any motherfucker say he great right now, we could doubt that shit
(We could doubt that motherfucker)
Au revoir, Yung dick talkin bout all of y’all
Young tits looking like mardi gras
I might sharpie ya’ll, I’m tryn party dog, I’m like ughh
I’m just tryn fuck
Every mafucka in the way been fucked
Every mafucka in the game been butt
Burd running circles, y’all been duck
I don't gotta chill who the fuck been y’all
Fam getting killed on some Chris Benoit
I don't got a deal but the meal quinoa
And I got it for a steal 'cause the bill been comped

The server know L, (like he so suburban and shit)
(He just been murdering shit like he take it too personal shit)
Word is the shit that be purple up in that kid history is slightly perverted and shit
(Word is there’s 32 bitches who last name is tinder up in that kid phone)
(His profile been strong)
I can't compete with these pictures like why is he on?
Suck dick motherfucker, suck dick motherfucker
I'm just tryna get the hoes on the down low
I don't even got friends in this town
I just moved to LA so I date 'cause I'm outgoing
Kinda lonely too
Ex girl got another homie too I'm not mad, just kinda sad
But it help that these hoes like rap

It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit
I'm the goddamn man like damn every time a motherfucker hit the function
Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a motherfucker make assumptions
I don't care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption

Ugh, they ain't really ready
I ain't even hard, but I stay wit da semi
Bitches in the car, you could say I got a bevy
Shit pretty par, dicky do it on the the reggy
Lotta yall ain’t probably never heard of on the reggy
That's a lil' something Lil Dicky just invented
Now the white kids gonna say it on the reggy
You could say I pull the strings when it’s cool, lil penny
I just hit the double digits fucking bitches
Out in Venice hearing motherfuckers bumpin' Dicky
They treat a youngin like I’m Caesar with the ass kissing
That line about a fucking salad if you ain't get it
But I ain't tryin' get tossed, rap been lost, like the map been off
They blowing smoke like the back exhaust
Fact you soft like an overcooked linguine noodle

You bitch made I ain't fuckin with you little poodles
Ma vocab the bomb, I’m the don with the lexicon
Cats pajamas, Eastside reppin'
Westside stepping, you know I'm the man goddamn it
I just got a handjob damn it
Like from a masseuse
She was tryin' fuck, I ain't let her pursue
I ain't got 160 bucks
Plus I mentally connect with the hoes I fuck
And this was a whore
I mean a literal whore
Not like massages in porn
This was an overweight Asian, with no aspirations
We never developed rapport
Eatin' boar’s head in my other whore’s bed
Well not a whore, but you know she ain't a girlfriend
We still about to get it crackin' Paul George leg
I got a napkin if I cum within the foreplay

It’s about damn time that the boy LD bout to get up in the fun shit
I'm the goddamn man like damn every time a motherfucker hit the function
Now the man wit a tan got a plan and I dare a motherfucker make assumptions
I don't care I ain't there, I'll be damned if I'm bout to go and let up on the gumption

I don't know the definition, fuck is average
I been sittin, watching waiting, so impatient like it’s baggage
Claim I’m bout to be the greatest, naked pictures in my chat
These other rappers fucking lazy word to bangin in a hammock
But y’all ain't even hangin
Y’all ain't in the running boy I’m fucking up the track,
Like the young’n into running y’all are lighter with the fire, I want a match
He be like naw I’m bout it, bro how you get at that
Like these bitches tryin' rap
They on’t get they time wrappin'
I’m coming like I’m fucking they Underwood and to be frank I ain't fronting
Word to Kevin Kevin Spacey I’m another level
Debatably crazier, than shit they play beside the porn that you playing
At a matinee eatin' dip 'n dots
I'm getting checks, fuck I care that my Twitter not
Okay I care a little bit
Algorithm isn’t doin it’s job
I’m assuming it’s flawed, they probably not believing in Hobbes
The nice boy been ballin'
White boy been a damn King Scott Pollard
Gotta tell my mom stop callin'
But dawg she confused about ma destiny
Making me repeat myself like I was judging spelling bees but
I’m just tryna smoke weed, grab a Quesarito
Got azul by a Spanish chick. Muy bonito
Or bonita that's ma vida
Keep the rapping tight both ways dexterous
Where my rita
And when it’s y’all it’s a nice sound
When it’s me, it be like everybody pipe down
Y’all the background
Play ya part ho
Chex mix grubbin up at wells fargo
Had to make a new account, didn’t want the checks mixed
Y’all are tryna fit in I’m the one who playin Tetris
This is the beginning of my day, it’s only breakfast
Y’all the mini bars, y’all got mini bars
Ma girl ass thick, that’s my minotaur
You hear it fading but you crave another minute hard
That’s the difference when you david to these bigger stars
But you know goliath getting rocked he gone finish scarred
I’m bout to break every record, white girls fall, Eric Decker