Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sumthing , by - Bodega Bamz. Song from the album PAPI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 12.04.2018
Record label: 100 Keep It, Duck Down
Song language: English
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 |