Eleven

My homie here we go again (uh) Somebody said Chill Bump was dead They must have tripped, fell and went and bumped their head What up now hoe (yeah) What up now hoe (uh) Somebody said Chill Bump done spit That's living proof dumb people say fucked up shit What up now bitch (uh) What up now bitch (yeah) Nowadays shit's so different There's eight billion assholes with opinions They all wanna be heard but no one's listening My homie here we go again Eyo these fake ass snakes are probably from this town They'll probably shake our hands the day they thumb this down I see now hoe (uh) Ooh yeah I see now hoe (yeah) If y'all feel some type of way Get your stupid ass phones out and type away It's tobido-skido, bitch Please say something negative (please) Nowadays shit's so different There's eight billion assholes with opinions They all wanna be heard but no one's listening My homie here we go again And all the loyal ass fans done caught a heart attack It's been a minute since the illest duo dropped a track And all these loudmouthed haters done sparked a match We bringing 2012 back, we 'bout to start from scratch Now here we go My homie here we go again The fans know My homie here we go again The fans know My homie here we go again Yeah, uh Eyo, we still sick and we know it Go and tell your homies that we're spreading quicker than COVID Let's go