Sumn Nice lyrics

[Intro]
(Developedsauce)
Fuh, buh
(b*tch, ayy, uh, fuh)
(Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
(Oh, yeah)

[Chorus]
They tried to count me out, I ran it up, all of the sudden they want me to blow, huh
And it's funny, 'cause half of the n*ggas that hated now tryna book me for a show, huh
And know everyone been on my di*k, but they wasn't on it when I was at my lowest
I get on mics and I tell a damn story, these n*ggas think that I'm a poet

[Verse]
I been in an all black sprinter van, n*gga, you know it's a Benz
In my pockets, I got them Benjamins, n*gga, they my best friend
Had to tell hеr, "You can slide to my telly, but you bettеr bring a friend," huh
Got a bad b*tch on me in every state, finna text one when I land
I'm finna hop off of my flight, then go hop into somethin' nice
She wanna text my phone, like, "Why you ain't text me when you left last night?"
Then I had to tell her that I left town, and that sh*t cap, n*gga, that sh*t a lie
I don’t got time to worry ‘bout no gnat, 'cause I gotta focus on my life (Grr, bah)
Gettin' my money so fast you n*ggas think that I'm a superhero, huh
All these hundreds on me, when I open that account, need another zero
If I send that boy that address, know we gon' drop off that payload
And my n*ggas don't go no gadget, so let me know, and that stick gon' blow (Grr, bah)
I know my gang, yeah, we rich
These n*ggas broke as a b*tch
And they never wan' take any risks
Makin’ hits, know I do it off rip
f*ck a blunt, n*gga, give me the zip
Run up on me, get turned to a clip
Run up on me, you better not trip
'Cause my bro keep that sh*t on his hip
[Chorus]
They tried to count me out, I ran it up, all of the sudden they want me to blow, huh
And it's funny, 'cause half of the n*ggas that hated now tryna book me for a show, huh
And know everyone been on my di*k, but they wasn't on it when I was at my lowest
I get on mics and I tell a damn story, these n*ggas think that I'm a poet
They tried to count me out, I ran it up, all of the sudden they want me to blow, huh
And it's funny, 'cause half of the n*ggas that hated now tryna book me for a show, huh
And know everyone been on my di*k, but they wasn't on it when I was at my lowest
I get on mics and I tell a damn story, these n*ggas think that I'm a poet (Grr, bah)

[Outro]
Yeah-yeah
They gon', woah
Oh, yeah, they really think I, oh
They really think I'm
Already know I'm, yeah
Already know I'm, yeah