Lyrics Sumn - Lil Bibby, Blac Youngsta

Sumn

What they say ya’ll, they talking 'bout we promoting the vibe
Why y’all don’t worry bout the positive shit
You know what I told em look
Y’all niggas kill sumn, Y’all niggas steal sumn
You wanna merk sumn
Y’all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty
In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook
I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reaso
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your keys out
I had been though some hard times, I keep it on me at all times
I keep a 40 when I’m in LA, and that drink when I’m in the A
Ready for war, got racks in the bank, Mess with the gang
Get shot in the face, Call up my hitters, they not finna play
Last one that tried me got shot in the daytime
And I heard something through the great line
Them niggas said they gonna take mine
But everywhere I go I take mine
That’s gonna be the reason they stay dyin
Got some young niggas they go hard
Yea and they gon robb, that’s they job
Y’all niggas kill sumn, Y’all niggas steal sumn
You wanna merk sumn
Y’all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty
In front of everybody
Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook
I might go move 2 Jamaica
So I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reaso
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your keys out
Run to find the 12, Run to find the 12, I den been to heaven
Buy u everything except a wedding ring, I got homies doing F.
D times, in the state right now, They brung old times
Everything but its late right now
They was on love with me when I came in but I hate right now
You was a real nigga back then, but u fake right now
U ain’t never had a real nigga in your life
Ain’t never had a real killa in ya life
Me and ya money boys pulled out on niggas in braud day
When u get money, you know they all hate, if I ate
All my niggas all ate
I’m the realist out here, some FUCK what y’all say
Y’all niggas kill sumn, Y’all niggas steal sumn
You wanna merk sumn
Y’all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn
You wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty
In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook
I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reaso
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your keys out
I got home boys in the countie fighting years dawg
I can’t FUCK with nun of these rappers, they to weird dawg
I told that label to go suck my dick, they got me pissed off
Imah keep selling that shit until I get caught
U see my real wrist there, that’s brick fair
Get me 20K and I’m in there, u know I’m bringin them sticks there
Have my money ready when I get there
Them niggas betta not start no shit there
They get kilt right on there
Then we disappear in thin air
So they rap bout it, but I’d been there
Y’all niggas kill sumn, Y’all niggas steal sumn
You wanna merk sumn
Y’all niggas drill sumn, You wanna Rob sumn, Y
Ou wanna catch a body
You wanna hit her with that shotty
In front of everybody Imah a young rich niggas, I wear Rebook
I might go move 2 Jamaica, so I can have my ugly feet out
Let me shout out to my haters
They hate on me for no reaso
If you walk to the car in my hood
You better have your keys out