Sum to Cry Bout

Woadie cracked out, folks ain't know what they was messin with
Ride with no one lately, dont pick up unless im sellin it
Ya bitch is boomed out, mind my business shit, i'm celibate
No mo havin fun, we get it done, think ima wreck ya shit

Tween voices got to ya head, make you think you hot
Ya at the venue and that bitch empty, let's connect the dots
Ya no more than a weasel and we know you can't fight
So you better get right, man ya boys sum light

Like who'd you think you're fooling bruh
What good would the heat do a spineless creature?
I can't wait til all the fake tough die out
How you deal in the flesh? give you sum to cry about

Keep it too strong
Get like me
What you cryin' bout?

Fuck the wimpy shit, me and my folk got nun to lie about
How you think you the boss when you ain look out for ya people?
I reject all of that fuckin noise cuz we see how you feeble, bitch

Guess you not gon' learn until you get ya shit broken
Stay inside the crib bitch, ima leave ya ass homeless
Ya boys got no heart, and it shows every fuckin' week
Ain't no fuckin repeat, prepare to get ya ass beat



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Writer(s): Thomas Roberts
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