Fuck Sum

Lyrics

[Intro] Yuh, Yeah, Yuh, Pop out, 3rd World [Chorus] The way i swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (That's on God) I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (Hell Nah) Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, Like a dyke (On God) I'll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody took my pipe (On God) Had to have nigga in that dungeon, with my whoa's nigga, and a knife (My Whoa's) I was locked up, ain't think I was getting out, and I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God) [Verse] Before I thought I couldn't fuck the bag, shit, that shit light Ion give a fuck, I'll fuck on my bag all damn night I'm gon' blow damn my gun, I'm not no rap ass nigga, I'll crash on sight Yeah, This Glock hit like Mike (Tyson) Whoa said he gotta go, nigga said "2 Love", I'm like twice Drinkin' Wok' today but it's okay 'causе a nigga don't like sprite Gon' mix it up till I get bubblе guts, Glock got a muzzle, still bite Huh, and I'll never do a full fight Hrr, and I stood down, It's okay to cry You snitched on the Mobb, boy, just say, "Goodbye" Boy get jiggy, this that Vamp Music (Jiggy Shit) All this ice on his neck, Look like a fuckin' cooler Finna snatch his damn chain, got a 30 mag Glock, this a ruler I ain't really give a fuck 'bout no damn school, I was really tryna fuck on my tutor Sumo said he don't give a fuck, He'll put a Glock to a hoover She a bad bitch, with a attitude, she don't deserve flowers, she gon' get a toolie He jus' green as fuck, and he not stupid Finna black out, like a damn pupil Got real troops, that's my damn shooters Good face card, bitch, I'm on Google Where my money? Pussy ass nigga, better make sum' shake I be catchin' niggas on they bad day I feel good, It's okay Good ass lawyer, gon' beat that case Stop that cap, bitch, hit them brakes Knife on the stick, gon' bud his K [Chorus] The way I swing the stick, this bitch shoot rapid fire I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (That's on God) I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguising (Hell Nah) Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, Like a dyke (On God) I'll crash out on one of them, ain't nobody touch my pipe (On God) Had a hard time in that dungeon, with my whoa's nigga, and a knife (My Whoa's) I was locked up, ain't think I was getting out, and I had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)