"Jummah" lyrics
So, how these niggas gon' keep up
I don't know
(I don't know, I don't know)
No cap shit, real-life rapshit
'Runnin 'doin numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'Fuckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda
Gettin' rich off the treacle or the O's of the sugar
Give the music up to go and tour with my brudda
'Cah it's real round 'ere, we was raised without the butter
Even when they get bread they go and throw it down the gutter
Jail turnt me crazy, now they 'callin me a nutter
Snakes in the grass, got me 'rollin with the cutter
I just sold another, I don't know your older brother
I need some rap P's, sick of seeing trap P's
Sick of 'sittin in them dirty traps 'eatin Mac D's
Crack fiends with no teeth
Got my runners 'doin numbers like a athlete
Tell them older's ''Take a back seat''
I'll send my youngen with the 'suttin in a taxi
These niggas ain't half as real
Off the roads, I need a half a mill
But I keep blades like my barber still
Either way I get rich, only time will tell
Best to know I climbed and fell
Been to hell, now my name 'ringin like a siren bell
'Flippin hell, I'm high as hell
All I know is buy and sell, every day clientele
Trap turnt my bally YSL
I did spots on my own before I hired help
This the cards I was dealt
Meekz man you're 'takin the piss
Now this rap shits 'makin me sick
I'm 'gettin phone calls that are crazy legit
But I'm gettin feelings like I'm 'takin a brick
Catch me in the studio 'makin a hit
My whole life I've been 'waitin for this
'Runnin 'doin numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'Fuckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda
Runnin' doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, fuck a Sprinter
Old dinger, 'fuckin with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
Used to fly packs now I'm a ra-rapper
Cling wrapper, big ting slapper
Got my runner 'doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, fuck a Sprinter
Old dinger, fuckin with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
I don't know
(I don't know, I don't know)
No cap shit, real-life rapshit
'Runnin 'doin numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'Fuckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda
Gettin' rich off the treacle or the O's of the sugar
Give the music up to go and tour with my brudda
'Cah it's real round 'ere, we was raised without the butter
Even when they get bread they go and throw it down the gutter
Jail turnt me crazy, now they 'callin me a nutter
Snakes in the grass, got me 'rollin with the cutter
I just sold another, I don't know your older brother
I need some rap P's, sick of seeing trap P's
Sick of 'sittin in them dirty traps 'eatin Mac D's
Crack fiends with no teeth
Got my runners 'doin numbers like a athlete
Tell them older's ''Take a back seat''
I'll send my youngen with the 'suttin in a taxi
These niggas ain't half as real
Off the roads, I need a half a mill
But I keep blades like my barber still
Either way I get rich, only time will tell
Best to know I climbed and fell
Been to hell, now my name 'ringin like a siren bell
'Flippin hell, I'm high as hell
All I know is buy and sell, every day clientele
Trap turnt my bally YSL
I did spots on my own before I hired help
This the cards I was dealt
Meekz man you're 'takin the piss
Now this rap shits 'makin me sick
I'm 'gettin phone calls that are crazy legit
But I'm gettin feelings like I'm 'takin a brick
Catch me in the studio 'makin a hit
My whole life I've been 'waitin for this
'Runnin 'doin numbers like a ru-runner
Went and spent a Z of bottom on my Louis jumper
I got them akhis 'goin lu-la, hit me on my dulla
And all them akhis make stacks, break packs and go Jummah
'Fuckin with Naz, about to be a cold summer
I need a little bitch trapper and a O phone runner
Need a 24/7, don't go home runner
Big wap, I'll put a hole up in a O-Zone brudda
Runnin' doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, fuck a Sprinter
Old dinger, 'fuckin with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
Used to fly packs now I'm a ra-rapper
Cling wrapper, big ting slapper
Got my runner 'doin laps like a spr-sprinter
I need a whole lorry for these packs, fuck a Sprinter
Old dinger, fuckin with Fessy, it's a hot winter
Bally on my face, no ninja
