Say Sum Lyrics

Why all these niggas be actin' so hard

If you a real gangsta, then put up some bars

Put up some bars

Put up some

Say some, man I'm tired of the quiet

Oh say some, I done popped me a perky I feel none

And I hop out and trap with no mask on

Say some, damn I'm up on the throne I'm the crowned king

Got my kingdom it rise all around me

In the 254 reppin', OG Street

Took your shawty to Paris

Call me daddy, but I ain't her parent

Got my drip, I don't need me no stylist

Man, I'm head of the squad, I'm the pilot

Ain't usin' a knife, I ain't usin' appliances

Got a new stick and I rock with the silencer

Blowin' my sticks, so we call it the firework

Hop on the beat, boy, you know that we stylin it

Vibing in Brum , got the Henny the party lit

Shut up, little bitch, I don't wanna hear no talkin

Fuckin' with the O, you gon' end up in a coffin

Running to the money, you know that I'm always locked in

Turnin' up the 808, I hit it like a mosh pit

Oh, shit, wait, I ain't fuckin' with the play

Got a band inside my pocket like a Russian with a k

See an opp ontop the block, I know my brother's gonna spray

See, this nigga rockin' Gucci, but you know that shit be fake

Woke up to niggas all acting like clowns

No roof on the drop top, we bringin' it down

The shawty be shakin' that shit for the crowd

My eyes turnin' red when we off of the loud

Bro, stop, I don't fuck with that shit turn the play off

I was only a teen, I got locked up

Man, I thought I was done, throw my life up

But I turn this shit round, up with my brodies, we makin' a sound

I style on the beat, then I put it on cloud

My dream was to be all the talk of the town

My dream was to be, my dream was to be

Ice on my neck and the drip on my feet

My brodies all ride when I'm head of the fleet

All of the guap getting Ks by the week

Call me the king, cause I'm livin' the dream

Say some, man I'm tired of the quiet

Oh say some, I done popped me a perky I feel none

And I hop out and trap with no mask on

Say some, damn I'm up on the throne I'm the crowned king

Got my kingdom it rise all around me

In the 254 reppin', OG Street

Took your shawty to Paris

Call me daddy, but I ain't her parent

Got my drip, I don't need me no stylist

Man, I'm head of the squad, I'm the pilot

Ain't usin' a knife, I ain't usin' appliances

Got a new stick and I rock with the silencer

Blowin' my sticks, so we call it the firework

Hop on the beat, boy, you know that we stylin it

Vibing in Brum , got the Henny the party lit

Woke up to niggas all acting like clowns

No roof on the drop top, we bringin' it down

The shawty be shakin' that shit for the crowd

My eyes turnin' red when we off of the loud

Bro, stop, I don't fuck with that shit turn the play off

I was only a teen, I got locked up

Man, I thought I was done, throw my life up

But I turn this shit