Lyrics Sumthing - Bodega Bamz

Sumthing

Word, I’m ready, word
They got me, they, they, they got me messed up, though, Ohla
For real, for real
So we gon' do it like this one time
Get 'em in tune, yo
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Woop, woop, I ain’t blood, but I spill it
Notice that you fuckin' with the realest, sazón
Woop, woop, I ain’t blood, but I spill it
Notice that you fuckin' with the realest, sazón
Don’t you dare talk about my bidness
Don’t you dare talk 'cause I ain’t finished
Don’t you got a nine to five to go to?
Don’t you got a shorty that support you?
You ain’t gettin' money, you need sales now
Talkin' to the boys, I could tell now, in and out of jail now
Who gon' pay your bail now?
You ain’t gettin' mail now
Feel like you failed now, actin' like you can now
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Livin' in the land of the lost, straight Henny
No ice, I’m just tryna get sauced
Took a few L’s, but you know I eat those
Runnin' from the gram to your car repo
You ain’t know?
We know you buyin' followers
Mob to the club, ten dudes, one bottle, bruh
You ain’t know?
Takin' pictures with these rap stars
Lyin' in yo' captions, actin' like y’all best friends
You ain’t know?
Sazón, rollin up the fanto
Ridin' shotgun with the long nose ganzo
I done got rich, got fame, gun still low
Like the beach ball on your Mac screen, 'ready know
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due
Poor mami lookin' out the window
Cops come knockin', she quiet
Product of my environment
Fuck the lieutenant and the sergeant
I’ma get money, never stoppin'
By any means on the boulevard
Pound sign Papi my callin' card
You don’t get it, yo yo, yo
You don’t get it, yo yo, yo
You don’t get it, yo yo, yo
You don’t get it, yo yo, yo
Straight like that, you heard?
Lil Sazón, Tanboys in this bitch, boy
If I want it, then I buy it, if I need it, then I cop it
Had to switch it up just for niggas to drop it
Fourteen karat nugget gold, diamond finger ring
Laura keep bird cage shakin' when they sing
You about to witness Papi doin' big tings
Bet against Papi, you gon' lose everyting