Sumn

Brandon George Dickinson, Samuel Benson

What they say y'all, they talking 'bout we promoting the violence
They say why you don't worry 'bout no positive shit
You know what I tell 'em man, look

Young nigga kill sumn, young nigga steal sumn
You wanna murk sumn
Young nigga drill sumn, you wanna rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty, in front of everybody?
I'ma a young rich nigga, I wear Reebook
I might go move to Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reason
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your fuckin' keys out

I had been through some hard times, I keep it on me at all times
I keep a .40 when I'm in LA, I keep a Draco when I'm in the A
Ready for war, got racks in the bank, touchin' the gang
Got shot in the face, call up my hitters, they not finna play
Last nigga tried me got shot in the daytime
And I heard something through the great line
Them niggas said they gonna take mine
But everywhere I go I take mine
That's gonna be the reason they stay dyin'
Got some young niggas they go hard
Yea and they gon' rob, yeah yeah, like that's they job

Young nigga kill sumn, young nigga steal sumn
You wanna murk sumn
Young nigga drill sumn, you wanna rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty, in front of everybody?
I'ma a young rich nigga, I wear Reebook
I might go move to Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reason
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your fuckin' keys out

Runnin' from the 12, runnin' from the 12
I done been to heaven, I done been to hell
I was servin' fiends, I done sell a queen
Buy you everything except a wedding ring
I got homeboys doing fed time out of state right now
Babe I'm on time for everything but I'm late right now
They was in love with me when I came in but they hate right now
You was a real nigga back then nigga but you fake right now
You ain't never had no real nigga in your life girl
He ain't never had no real killa in his nightmare
Me and Young Money pulled out on niggas broad day
When you gettin' money, you know they all hate
If I ate, my niggas all ate
I'm the realist out, fuck what y'all say

Young nigga kill sumn, young nigga steal sumn
You wanna murk sumn
Young nigga drill sumn, you wanna rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty, in front of everybody?
I'ma a young rich nigga, I wear Reebook
I might go move to Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reason
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your fuckin' keys out

I got homeboys in the county fighting years dawg
I can't fuck with nun of these rappers, they to weird dawg
I told that label go suck my dick, they got me pissed off
And I'm gon' keep selling that shit until I get caught
You see my wrist there, that's brick fair
Give me 20K and I'm in there and you know I'm bringin' them sticks there
Have my money ready when I get there
Niggas better not start no shit there
They could get killed right in there
Then we disappear in thin air
See they rap about it, but I been there

Young nigga kill sumn, young nigga steal sumn
You wanna murk sumn
Young nigga drill sumn, you wanna rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty, in front of everybody?
I'ma a young rich nigga, I wear Reebook
I might go move to Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reason
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your fuckin' keys out

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