Lace Sum Lyrics

(Benny, Why do you smoke so many Backwoods?)

Uh, You know I'm the one who really get the bass bumpin'

If you see me at the party, bitch you better say sum'

No time for sleepin', bitch I wake up just to Lace sum'

Catch me in the kitchen with the pastries trynna bake sum'

Uh, Im rollin' down the city, roll a spliffy, hit it quickly

I got this chick she hit me, say she want come kick it with me

Might put a treat out if that bitch ever start getting tricky

Might pull my meat out when that pussy started getting sticky, uh

Aye, that shit was too cold

I can't believe I said that shit, I must be too stoned

I freestyle up up on that mic, I can not write no more

That shit be taxin' me, I just might tax some more

I got these racks on me, she want her back to blow

I blew her back out twice, and she came back for more

If you came back for more, then what you hate me for?

If it was up to me, I might just break the code

I said hold up

Bitch let's make love

We in the same club

But you to dangerous

We on the same drugs

But we can't make up

And if I take you home

I'm bout to show you what the fuck is good, aye

Uh, You know I'm the one who really get the bass bumpin'

If you see me at the party, bitch you better say sum'

No time for sleepin', bitch I wake up just to Lace sum'

Catch me in the kitchen with the pastries trynna bake sum'

You know I'm the one who really get the bass bumpin'

If you see me at the party, bitch you better say sum'

No time for sleepin', bitch I wake up just to Lace sum'

Catch me in the kitchen with the pastries trynna bake sum'

Yuh, Shit

They might just close the curtain, when this shit gone go commercial

If nobody gave a fuck, well then it wasn't controversial

From my cadence too my flows, that shit be coming off as hurtful

To these rappers who been putting shit out since they had a curfew and its

Crazy the way that I put up all these sentences

And put these words together like I'm working on my penmanship

But I don't write no more, that shit be slowing down the cleanliness

They call me Johnny Tapia, the way I punch these statements in

I'm bumpin' Statements on the way to the pin

And if you acting shady I just might go leave with your friend

And I can't see you through the smoke or through these Cartier lense

And if we had the time, you know we'd do it again and its like

Where you going baby, Don't slow up the motion baby

You got the ocean baby, show me to the coast, I'm craving

I might be going crazy, show me where the holster baby

I got the heater tucked, I might just let you hold it baby

But if you hold it baby, careful where you going baby

Cuz I can't stay for long, lil bitch you know the chauffeur waiting

I said hold up

Bitch let's make love

We in the same club

But you to dangerous

We on the same drugs

But we can't make up

And if I take you home

I'm bout to show you what the fuck is good, aye

Uh, You know I'm the one who really get the bass bumpin'

If you see me at the party, bitch you better say sum'

No time for sleepin', bitch I wake up just to Lace sum'

Catch me in the kitchen with the pastries trynna bake sum'