Said Sum

Album: Code Red (2020)
Charted: 17
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  • Yeah (Turn me up, YC)
    JT

    Uh, fuck nigga, I don't wanna hear it (nah)
    Ain't talkin' the bag, I cover my ears
    I hop in the Lamb', I'm switchin' the gears (skrrt)
    My bitches is ballin', make these niggas chill
    Audemars, baguettes with the crushed face (ice, ice)
    I leave a bitch mad with the stuck face (ha)
    Who the fuck y'all hoes playin' wit' anyways? (What?)
    City Girls make 'em wish like Ray J (let me talk to 'em)
    All these niggas wanna fuck JT (they do)
    Hellcat, this a SRT (skrrt, skrrt)
    Pull up, G-Wag', '63 (ow)
    Make a fifty-five suck they teeth
    He wanna menage with that new body (ow)
    Man, you niggas can't fuck with me
    'Cause I came from the bottom (yeah, yeah)
    From the Feds to the chart (Yeah, yeah)
    Broke bitches ain't sayin' a thing period (yeah)

    I tell her, "Shut the fuck up," when I hit it
    Fucked up her hair, she just did it (go)
    I'm really fuckin' 'round with his lil' boo on the low (ooh)
    What the fuck buddy said? I couldn't hear 'em (shut up, lil' nigga)
    I get the head while I drive, almost fucked up my ride (skrrt)
    Had a hand full of hair while I'm steerin', I'm serious
    She rippin' off my Amiris
    She love to give head, she pull up on her period (period)
    I thought somebody said, "That's your wifey, dawg" (huh?)
    Fuck everybody, don't like 'em all (go)
    His bitch love me 'cause I fuck like a dog (woo)
    I got this shit on, nigga, wipe me off (yeah)
    I hop out the backseat just like a boss (woo)
    I two-tone the Maybach, my seats Ronald Reagan
    It came with a pillow, I came from the pavement
    Thought somebody said I ain't made it (go)

    Huh? (what?)
    Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' (ah)
    Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
    We gon' trap this bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
    Huh? (what she say?)
    Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said somethin' (ah)
    How it go when I'm talkin, you listen (just listen)
    Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go)

    You broke ass bitch, you ain't sayin' nothin'
    When I hold up my wrist, it's sayin' somethin' (yeah)
    Your nigga, he know, 'cause he payin' somethin' (damn)
    I ball on these bitches like AND1
    Swish, bitch, I'm the shit, QC the clique, we rich as a bitch
    Yeah, ayy, Miami, I'm lit, Patek on my wrist
    Bought it, the drip, my jewelry sick (ice)
    Pneumonia pink diamonds, got the Corona (ugh, ugh)
    Moneybagg Runtz, that's the aroma (woo)
    This ain't no med' from Arizona
    Bitch, I'm serious (real), period (period)
    All that ho shit, I ain't hearin' it
    My niggas pull up with sticks, they clearin' it (brrt)
    Yeah, me and JT, we killin' it, period

    I thought a nigga who watch what I do
    But he can't get his bitch back sayin' somethin' (Tuh)
    Is it true that he postin' another nigga money?
    Prolly, I don't put that past him (maybe it's up)
    I thought a ho that be speakin' on me
    But be fuckin' a broke nigga sayin' somethin' (listen)
    Hold up, lil' bitch, get a nigga that's lit
    I'm the whole loaf, he the bread crumbs (go)
    Rappers with these mixed feelings (what?)
    I ain't fuckin' wit' 'em (nope)
    Like a Richard Mille, let me know what time it is
    Bagg, where the Runtz at? (Huh?) Know you got it on you
    'Posed to be smell-proof, bustin' out the vacuum seal
    These niggas lil' boy, childish, Fisher-Price
    Confidence in 'em like cocky so get it right
    She bendin' over but I want some head first
    I don't even wanna know what the pussy like
    Trippin' to close to father so I'm ballin'
    It's crazy, my opp got shot but I ain't call it (sike, slow up)
    I come around, niggas gon' put they ho up
    These bitches stay on my channel, yeah
    Must've seen me on TV, yeah
    It took me six hours to count a mill', exactly
    I'm accurate with that cheese, yeah (big bag)

    Huh? (what?)
    Ah, I thought a broke nigga said somethin' (ah)
    Talkin' shit but they still ain't sayin nothin' (ain't sayin' nothin')
    We gon' trap this bitch out 'til the feds come (run it up, run it up)
    Huh? (what she say?)
    Ah, I thought a pussy hoe said somethin' (ah)
    How it go when I'm talkin, you listen (just listen)
    Cut her off 'cause she spoke on the business (go) Writer/s: Andre Lamar Jackson, Demario Dewayne White
    Publisher: MIME MUSIC WORLDWIDE, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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