"Nun To Sum" lyrics
Pradabagshawty & Souljaspirits Lyrics
Aye, what these niggas on, Soulja?
Blrrr (Blrrr, blrrr)
Blrrr (Blrrr)
Money gang, load up in this bih'
And you know I got 5L counting the sticks
These niggas lame, this shit ain't it
Half of these niggas ain't been on no drill
They say they shooting, we shooting forreal
Twelve o' clock, late night, get in that field
Bump through, everybody ducking from shells
I was down bad, you ain't know how that feel (I was doing bad, you ain't know how that feel)
I was down bad, young nigga was hungry
Young nigga go to sleep eating on nothing
Watch how a nigga turn nothing to some
I pour a four of that Fanta, get slumped
Young brew sliding, we sending shit up
Flat-back everything, know we get off
I was down bad, had bricks in the loft
Just got off probation, I still got that Glock
Thought we was lacking, we sprayed at his car (What)
I'm with the gang, we go hard, yeah
I'm RL, we go hard
1015, you know that
Trip come behind with that switch attack
These niggas beefing 'bout bitches
These niggas tripping, my hoe going out bad
I mix Balenci' with Christian
Young nigga put this shit on, expensive tags
Step on a nigga in Timbs
I put my Glock in my bih' Balenci' bag
A young nigga popping from songs
I just swapped out the titty out the mag
I got that name on the stick
Diss on Five, he get turned to a pack
Scatpack overly geeked
Catch that boy lacking, I tweak
I just popped a M5, it got my heart beating
Money gang, load up in this bih'
And you know I got 5L counting the sticks
These niggas lame, this shit ain't it
Half of these niggas ain't been on no drill
They say they shooting, we shooting forreal
Twelve o' clock, late night, get in that field
Bump through, everybody ducking from shells
I was down bad, you ain't know how that feel (I was doing bad, you ain't know how that feel)
I was down bad, young nigga was hungry
Young nigga go to sleep eating on nothing
Watch how a nigga turn nothing to some
Blrrr (Blrrr, blrrr)
Blrrr (Blrrr)
Money gang, load up in this bih'
And you know I got 5L counting the sticks
These niggas lame, this shit ain't it
Half of these niggas ain't been on no drill
They say they shooting, we shooting forreal
Twelve o' clock, late night, get in that field
Bump through, everybody ducking from shells
I was down bad, you ain't know how that feel (I was doing bad, you ain't know how that feel)
I was down bad, young nigga was hungry
Young nigga go to sleep eating on nothing
Watch how a nigga turn nothing to some
I pour a four of that Fanta, get slumped
Young brew sliding, we sending shit up
Flat-back everything, know we get off
I was down bad, had bricks in the loft
Just got off probation, I still got that Glock
Thought we was lacking, we sprayed at his car (What)
I'm with the gang, we go hard, yeah
I'm RL, we go hard
1015, you know that
Trip come behind with that switch attack
These niggas beefing 'bout bitches
These niggas tripping, my hoe going out bad
I mix Balenci' with Christian
Young nigga put this shit on, expensive tags
Step on a nigga in Timbs
I put my Glock in my bih' Balenci' bag
A young nigga popping from songs
I just swapped out the titty out the mag
I got that name on the stick
Diss on Five, he get turned to a pack
Scatpack overly geeked
Catch that boy lacking, I tweak
I just popped a M5, it got my heart beating
Money gang, load up in this bih'
And you know I got 5L counting the sticks
These niggas lame, this shit ain't it
Half of these niggas ain't been on no drill
They say they shooting, we shooting forreal
Twelve o' clock, late night, get in that field
Bump through, everybody ducking from shells
I was down bad, you ain't know how that feel (I was doing bad, you ain't know how that feel)
I was down bad, young nigga was hungry
Young nigga go to sleep eating on nothing
Watch how a nigga turn nothing to some
