Sum Not Right Lyrics

(Yea)

Yeah, Yeah

Yeah, Wait a minute, Something not right

Yea, Just got the feeling I coulda had died

Yea, Fuck that, Pass me the fye

Yea, I'm off the shrooms, the sky I'ma fly

Yea, Fat boy racks, Family Guy

Yea, Stay with my dogs like we Stewie and Brian

Yea, Walk em' down, Suit and a tie

Unlimited range, Yea shoot em' in the eye

I'm off of the goop

I'm in the field with the soldiers and troops

I'm geek in this bitch, I'm way past from the roof

Shawty gon' eat me like food

Yea, Post in this bitch and I'm balling with the crew

I'ma run to the bag, I'ma run to the loot

Chrome Hearts tag, This some Chrome Hearts dude

I'm off a perc, I'ma act real rude

Not fucking with them, That's broke boy business

Serving these packs, That's dope boy business

Counting these stacks, That's real rackie fitness

Hundred racks in, Ian finished

Yea, Yea, I'ma just geek up then hop in a Lamb in the road I'ma swerve

Yea, Hit em' with blicky, I did him like Ricky

Yea, White boy shooter, Larry Bird

Yea, White boy shooter, Steve Nash

Drop a nuke on they block, Yea, Turn em' all to ash

Slide in a Vette', With a 300 dash

Yea, Pushing this shit I'ma go real fast

She gon' suck on the dick while I'm playing with the ass

I was trapping and shit, Yea, never went to class

I was trapping this shit, Yea, Never went to school

I pop me a perc and start acting a fool

Hand on my tool, Yea, Diamonds like water yea straight from the pool

Bin Laden Osama, Yea blow it at you

Keep dropping your boys, What the fuck is a truce?

I mix the Wock up with Fanta, I just be got all these hoes like I'm Santa

I'm the next up out Atlanta

Hop in a Rolls, Yeah hop in a Phantom

Woah woah

I just had boot up and spaz on this beat

Real Mud baby, Yeah born from the streets

I'ma just leave them, Yea dead by they feet

Your music is trash, ian' giving you a feat

Perc with the Wock my lil' treat

I mix the perky with weed

I just be blowing the tree

Accurate chop, Yea Steph Curry off the Warriors team

Wait a minute, Something not right

Yea, Just got the feeling I coulda had died

Yea, Fuck that, Pass me the fye

Yea, I'm off the shrooms, the sky I'ma fly

Yea, Fat boy racks, Family Guy

Yea, Stay with my dogs like we Stewie and Brian

Yea, Walk em' down, Suit and a tie

Unlimited range, Yea shoot em' in the eye

I'm off of the goop

I'm in the field with the soldiers and troops

I'm geek in this bitch, I'm way past from the roof

Shawty gon' eat me like food