Say Sum
3AM
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
I'ma apply the pressure, yeah
Better roll out the stretcher, yeah
Better be poppin bottles
I got a role to play, that's why I walk with models
They tell me cut the check
They got a lot to borrow
I gotta drive and drink
Let's hit the Monte Carlo
3 Times
Throw it back like a rewind
Each time hit a biddie wit' a peace sign
Not a kitty it's a neat ride
Hunnit fifty for the feline
She might get me to the ninth yard
She grabbin my feet
I mean a foot
It's like 11 inches, bitch
I oughta get you to look
I hit the gas and we speedin'
I get the engine to cook
I got a wrist and it's freezin'
My arm a crystal for looks
And I'm the apparatus for half the
Magic up on these tracks
And that's exactly why I'm spazzin'
I have to, we goin half
On any asses if they askin'
A tragedy gon' elapse
Man I'm so glad to be the man
Understand I'm a chief of craft, yeah
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
Whole crew suited up no 6 man
A bunch of shooters ain't no big man
A bunch of looters, you can shoot us ain't resisting
You get no advance
I call my Rollie Kawhi
And if you'd wanna know why
It's cause it got the big hands
You lockin' em' up with the cuffs?
I'm lockin' em' up with the defense
I'm droppin em off of the deep end
You think it's tough now but it steepen
You think that you cute bitch?
When I be talking to you just a mute bitch
I dare you to say sum'
This is my take-one
Just give me a few bitch
Figure me out?
Shit is harder Rubik's
Never could do this,
I listen to artists, mistake em' for dog shit
Just throw me a Q-Tip
Spitting too much and I never need toothpicks,
Bitches be choosing too much, if I pick em' I'm losing too much so I never seduce it,
Look where booth went when I spit
Look where the tooth went when I hit,
Look at your two cents and my G
Where did the energy go?
Where did the energy go when I dip?
Probably on every enemy list
I don't talk much, when I do though
It'll be shit that you'll never forget (Wake)
Don't call my number this a pay phone
Day phone
In the night we tryin' to lay low
Peso
In the night we tryin' to make dough
Payroll
Don't dip yo' chip inside my queso
Don't call my number this a pay phone
Day phone
In the night we tryin' to lay low
Peso
In the night we tryin to make dough
Payroll
Don't dip yo' chip inside my queso
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
Probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
I'ma apply the pressure, yeah
Better roll out the stretcher, yeah
Better be poppin bottles
I got a role to play, that's why I walk with models
They tell me cut the check
They got a lot to borrow
I gotta drive and drink
Let's hit the Monte Carlo
3 Times
Throw it back like a rewind
Each time hit a biddie wit' a peace sign
Not a kitty it's a neat ride
Hunnit fifty for the feline
She might get me to the ninth yard
She grabbin my feet
I mean a foot
It's like 11 inches, bitch
I oughta get you to look
I hit the gas and we speedin'
I get the engine to cook
I got a wrist and it's freezin'
My arm a crystal for looks
And I'm the apparatus for half the
Magic up on these tracks
And that's exactly why I'm spazzin'
I have to, we goin half
On any asses if they askin'
A tragedy gon' elapse
Man I'm so glad to be the man
Understand I'm a chief of craft, yeah
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
Whole crew suited up no 6 man
A bunch of shooters ain't no big man
A bunch of looters, you can shoot us ain't resisting
You get no advance
I call my Rollie Kawhi
And if you'd wanna know why
It's cause it got the big hands
You lockin' em' up with the cuffs?
I'm lockin' em' up with the defense
I'm droppin em off of the deep end
You think it's tough now but it steepen
You think that you cute bitch?
When I be talking to you just a mute bitch
I dare you to say sum'
This is my take-one
Just give me a few bitch
Figure me out?
Shit is harder Rubik's
Never could do this,
I listen to artists, mistake em' for dog shit
Just throw me a Q-Tip
Spitting too much and I never need toothpicks,
Bitches be choosing too much, if I pick em' I'm losing too much so I never seduce it,
Look where booth went when I spit
Look where the tooth went when I hit,
Look at your two cents and my G
Where did the energy go?
Where did the energy go when I dip?
Probably on every enemy list
I don't talk much, when I do though
It'll be shit that you'll never forget (Wake)
Don't call my number this a pay phone
Day phone
In the night we tryin' to lay low
Peso
In the night we tryin' to make dough
Payroll
Don't dip yo' chip inside my queso
Don't call my number this a pay phone
Day phone
In the night we tryin' to lay low
Peso
In the night we tryin to make dough
Payroll
Don't dip yo' chip inside my queso
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
You tried to talk but couldn't say somethin'
Walkin' in yo shoes,
I bet I probably wouldn't say nothin'
If you was broke you wouldn't say nothin'
If you got money then yo day's done
Pussy muhfucka say sum'
Walkin in yo shoes I bet I prolly wouldn't say nothin'
Credits
Writer(s): Jake Weinhold
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