Sumn Sumn
Goin' crazy, this shit goin' crazy
Crazy, this shit goin' crazy
Me and Wop
Pull up on yo block sending shots with the Glock nigga
All this cash and all these bands
But the same low down will get you sumn sumn
Selling bags and selling lean bags
I'm selling Og bags so I can buy you sumn sumn
Bad bitch in the Jag with the dealership tag
I'm a still post up and roll me sumn sumn
Throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn
Lil bitch better show me something
You can go you don't show me nothing
Don't want your box I just want some top
I'm tryna see what yo head like, I ain't about nothing
Smoking on Tooka with my brothers
Fuck nigga you don't want no war with us
Come through your block and we click clack buh buh
We busting, pistol c-c-c-cussing
Rolling with the gang [?]
Either macaroni time or we nigga buh buh
Shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love
I'm a Xbox One boy you a Wii nigga what what
It's Gucci Mane a street exec and 3-4 [?] round my neck
[?] didn't come from no busting checks
[?] these my streets I raise your rent
Drop off that pack [?]
Plus your bitch [?] fifty pounds of dank and he didn't even pay me yet
Off the pack so quick profit we out there keep the shit intact
Guwop back, yeah Gucci back, fuck around and get whacked
Don't relax, [?] pull up in a cab
Rob your man, ten thousand grams I had to feed the fam
Crazy, this shit goin' crazy
Me and Wop
Pull up on yo block sending shots with the Glock nigga
All this cash and all these bands
But the same low down will get you sumn sumn
Selling bags and selling lean bags
I'm selling Og bags so I can buy you sumn sumn
Bad bitch in the Jag with the dealership tag
I'm a still post up and roll me sumn sumn
Throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn
Lil bitch better show me something
You can go you don't show me nothing
Don't want your box I just want some top
I'm tryna see what yo head like, I ain't about nothing
Smoking on Tooka with my brothers
Fuck nigga you don't want no war with us
Come through your block and we click clack buh buh
We busting, pistol c-c-c-cussing
Rolling with the gang [?]
Either macaroni time or we nigga buh buh
Shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love
I'm a Xbox One boy you a Wii nigga what what
It's Gucci Mane a street exec and 3-4 [?] round my neck
[?] didn't come from no busting checks
[?] these my streets I raise your rent
Drop off that pack [?]
Plus your bitch [?] fifty pounds of dank and he didn't even pay me yet
Off the pack so quick profit we out there keep the shit intact
Guwop back, yeah Gucci back, fuck around and get whacked
Don't relax, [?] pull up in a cab
Rob your man, ten thousand grams I had to feed the fam
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Writer(s): Chief Keef, Gucci Mane
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