Sumn Sumn

Nada nada hum hum, Sumn sumn sumn
These niggas talk a lot, But they never saying nothing
Straight bugging
Badada sumn sumn
Fuck it kick it up, Let's get this shit jumping

Run up the
Run up the
Run up the beat
Run up the beat
And I'm never gon stumble
Lyrical silk,These bars is like velvet
Perfectly proper
I don't fuck with the mumbles

My new bitch too fun
My dick is a straw, She drinking my cum
Out the bando,We trap
I'm killing the track
Left my shirt in shawty crib, The wawa lady look mad
Just give me a Dutch,Take one from the back
I smoke in the bath, My new bitch is bad
Wait what am I saying
Wait what am I saying
Ain't finna claim no hoe
The roster went up to 4
All of em thicc and fine
DQ shakes all on my mind
Drunk off some wine, incredible find
It was tucked in the closet
Right under the Glock
Nike the brand all up on the box
No shoes just paper
Not folding the money two bands in the laundry
(Wait wait wait hold up ain't that money laundering)
Bro what!? Go back to sleep

I just took a hit of sumn and mixed it with a sip
Blurry vision fuck me up I think I might be lit
On another level I just took 3 substances
You could try too speak to me
But I hear sumn sumn bitch
Never start a problem
But I always solve the issue
Do you dirty with a pinked out pistol
Them bullets hit you
And it's feeling like Ru Paul kissed you
I won't miss you
Bitch I'm like Hawkeye with the aim

Bitch I'm like Hawkeye with the aim
And this brand new 11
Have a nigga feeling strange
And the shit kick hard
Name the blick Lu kang
Blue flame
Walk around feeling like I'm 2 chains
Cus I went and bought a Cuban
When the lights hit the ice
It look like the diamonds moving
Stars party at night
Say I'm cute hoe don't call me handsome
Bitch big chilling
And my fucking bling dancing

Sumn Sumn



Credits
Writer(s): Nirobe Fleming
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