Wack Sum (feat. Slim Baby)
"You already know what time it is
Slim baby in here once again HaHa"
Wack something, wack something, niggas know I'll wack something
Mask up and go jack something
Fuck nigga, fuck nigga
It's hard out here nigga
And I been pulling them triggers
Leave you in the streets, nigga
And I go hard bout my nigga
Don't entertain these niggas
You'll sleep good with no pillow
Burn down on a nigga
He was sleeping hard so I killed him
Old, stupid ass young nigga
Playing games like it's sweet
The laws gone find you on the beach
Got vultures on you trying to eat
Run head on when it's beef
I don't think you want none of me
I'm a demon, grim reaper I'll beat yo ass when I see you
Your name rang like my beeper
I'm chirping hard trying to see you
Got a glock nine with a breather
If I don't get you I'm getting your people
Snake them all like a preacher
My heart cold as a freezer
Burn dirty clothes with Jesus
Nigga, fuck nigga want a feature
And he'll nah I don't need you
You a fuck nigga, I can't be you
Don't want you round me neither
Fin to shake your ass like a seizure
Ain't no cap in my rap it be facts
Trying to play with the gang we attack
If we catch you slipping, you ain't coming back
Say my name on the net and we on your ass
I can't imagine myself trying to give a pass
La Whoadie come take your life and can't give it back
Light a spliff on the 6, I be sitting back
Sending packs to Fort Myers, I'm getting racks
If you want a front you can ask Show for that
Trying to run off little bitch, we can't go for that
I got killers with me, ain't exposing that
They won't speak on my name, cause they know it's that
Trying to go to war with me, ain't got no pull
Every nigga round me, you know they'll pull
If he caught me lacking, bitch he wouldn't pull
Trying to run up on me, nigga what you doing
We gone spin his block we trying to stretch something
They gone sit outside until they catch him
Heard he fanned out, he sending threats now
Put the gang on him, now he stressed now
He ain't in the streets, he want a check now
God came to get him, time to check out
His mama crying, seen them techs out
He a bitch, clean him up, leave a mess out
Slim baby in here once again HaHa"
Wack something, wack something, niggas know I'll wack something
Mask up and go jack something
Fuck nigga, fuck nigga
It's hard out here nigga
And I been pulling them triggers
Leave you in the streets, nigga
And I go hard bout my nigga
Don't entertain these niggas
You'll sleep good with no pillow
Burn down on a nigga
He was sleeping hard so I killed him
Old, stupid ass young nigga
Playing games like it's sweet
The laws gone find you on the beach
Got vultures on you trying to eat
Run head on when it's beef
I don't think you want none of me
I'm a demon, grim reaper I'll beat yo ass when I see you
Your name rang like my beeper
I'm chirping hard trying to see you
Got a glock nine with a breather
If I don't get you I'm getting your people
Snake them all like a preacher
My heart cold as a freezer
Burn dirty clothes with Jesus
Nigga, fuck nigga want a feature
And he'll nah I don't need you
You a fuck nigga, I can't be you
Don't want you round me neither
Fin to shake your ass like a seizure
Ain't no cap in my rap it be facts
Trying to play with the gang we attack
If we catch you slipping, you ain't coming back
Say my name on the net and we on your ass
I can't imagine myself trying to give a pass
La Whoadie come take your life and can't give it back
Light a spliff on the 6, I be sitting back
Sending packs to Fort Myers, I'm getting racks
If you want a front you can ask Show for that
Trying to run off little bitch, we can't go for that
I got killers with me, ain't exposing that
They won't speak on my name, cause they know it's that
Trying to go to war with me, ain't got no pull
Every nigga round me, you know they'll pull
If he caught me lacking, bitch he wouldn't pull
Trying to run up on me, nigga what you doing
We gone spin his block we trying to stretch something
They gone sit outside until they catch him
Heard he fanned out, he sending threats now
Put the gang on him, now he stressed now
He ain't in the streets, he want a check now
God came to get him, time to check out
His mama crying, seen them techs out
He a bitch, clean him up, leave a mess out
Credits
Writer(s): J'keem Anderson, J’keem Anderson
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