Sumit - Cholula Lyrics

Shut ya-- hold up, wait
I ain't been back in a month, uh
Say she wanna kick it like a punter
I don't know her name I forgot to save the number
Shawty got B's and I met her on Bumble
Like daaaamn boutta stumble
Way that she look got me playing my luck, wanna fuck
Got me dropping my jaw like a fumble, now it's
On to the next one, you ain't gotta tell me I'm next
Did a couple test runs, I ain't even break no sweat
On to the next one, Imma just be waiting til the check, comes
On to the next one, got the album done, what's next
Look, winner in the flesh
S on the middle of my chest
Excuse me, Who are you? Like who the fuck is this kid
See me and they all perplexed like
Woo, they like: Woo
Need new shoes, got like two
Ask around, who got the juice
I'm like Soom, they like: who
Ain't no average, I do damage
Stop this madness, he a savage
That boy got bars that slap harder than a Popeyes chicken sandwich
I'm a menace when I eat this beat so quick like I been famished
Who this man is
Hit this rap scene like Chipotle in a famine,
I'm a boss, uh, uh
So you know I can't be managed
They know what time it is
Pass me the condiments
Time to feast, dine like a beast
Age like fine wine, feel like Bron Bron
Still in my prime, pom-pom, bitch, cheers to me
So far ahead, but it's still clear to see
Ain't nobody in my damn lane near to me
Y'all hearing me? Nah Soom, they ain't
Well fuck it, you could tell 'em I'm here to stay
Drive through the lane, and I see the paint
Soom boutta have his best year to date
Clowns all around me, voluntary
Running in circles like Tom and Jerry
With the commentary, acting honorary
Wait, wait, wait, you did not have to snap like that
On to the next one, you ain't gotta tell me I'm next
Did a couple test runs, I ain't even break no sweat
On to the next one, made a couple songs bout my ex
Now that shits done, probably still put 'em out just to flex
LET'S GOOOOOOO

Shut ya-- hold up, wait
I ain't been back in a month, uh
Say she wanna kick it like a punter
I don't know her name I forgot to save the number
Shawty got B's and I met her on Bumble
Like daaaamn boutta stumble
Way that she look got me playing my luck, wanna fuck
Got me dropping my jaw like a fumble, now it's
On to the next one, you ain't gotta tell me I'm next
Did a couple test runs, I ain't even break no sweat
On to the next one, Imma just be waiting til the check, comes
On to the next one, got the album done, what's next
Look, winner in the flesh
S on the middle of my chest
Excuse me, Who are you? Like who the fuck is this kid
See me and they all perplexed like
Woo, they like: Woo
Need new shoes, got like two
Ask around, who got the juice
I'm like Soom, they like: who
Ain't no average, I do damage
Stop this madness, he a savage
That boy got bars that slap harder than a Popeyes chicken sandwich
I'm a menace when I eat this beat so quick like I been famished
Who this man is
Hit this rap scene like Chipotle in a famine,
I'm a boss, uh, uh
So you know I can't be managed
They know what time it is
Pass me the condiments
Time to feast, dine like a beast
Age like fine wine, feel like Bron Bron
Still in my prime, pom-pom, bitch, cheers to me
So far ahead, but it's still clear to see
Ain't nobody in my damn lane near to me
Y'all hearing me? Nah Soom, they ain't
Well fuck it, you could tell 'em I'm here to stay
Drive through the lane, and I see the paint
Soom boutta have his best year to date
Clowns all around me, voluntary
Running in circles like Tom and Jerry
With the commentary, acting honorary
Wait, wait, wait, you did not have to snap like that
On to the next one, you ain't gotta tell me I'm next
Did a couple test runs, I ain't even break no sweat
On to the next one, made a couple songs bout my ex
Now that shits done, probably still put 'em out just to flex
LET'S GOOOOOOO