40 Sum Reasons (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Mudbaby Ru]
(J Money, you a beast)
Ayy, forty-some reasons
Ayy, forty-some reasons
Hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga bleedin'
That’s what you get for doin' all of that talkin' (Southboy)
Now look at your partner, the n*gga—
Hey

[Verse 1: Mudbaby Ru]
Ayy, I kick the door down
Run out of shots with the chop, flip the clip and I let off some more rounds (Grrt)
You gotta know, b*tch, we deep like the Zoe Pound (Ayy)
Young n*gga slide, made the big homie so proud
All on the ’net, but in person, make no sound (No)
Throw back a Perc' with no drank, hope it go down
Tried to push up on the block, sendin' shots through his car
Gotta know we make lil' n*ggas slow down (Grrt)
Just bought a Gucci umbrella, b*tch, I'm a big stepper
You never know when it's gon' pour down
I got the gang, so let's have a showdown
Wheels on the bus how we go ’round and go ’round
Big 40 Boy ENT, put your ass on a tee if you thinkin' ’bout touchin' this bustdown
Sound like a door how I'm knockin' your ho down
Feelin’ like Joc on the block, it can go down, ayy (Let's go, let's go)
[Chorus: Mudbaby Ru]
Forty-some reasons (Grrt)
Hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga bleedin' (On gang)
That's what you get for doin' all of that talkin' (No cap)
Now look at your partner, the n*gga not breathin' (Let's go, let's go)
Run that boy down with the chop, left him screamin' (Grrt)
Lil Monte on go, that's a demon (Shh)
Your homie died and you ain't tryna slide
Don't cop that boy shirt, go to church like a deacon, ayy (Facts)

[Verse 2: Mudbaby Ru & Jdot Breezy]
n*ggas be b*tches
n*ggas be gay, they hoes, ask me how I know
Chest shot, face shot, take off his nose
His name in the paperwork, n*gga, he told
Come back to the block, boy, you bold, get hit with a pole (Gang)
Ball on the back of the stick and it's gold (Huh?)
Fft, hit that boy up, make him fold (Let's go)
Had to get that boy gone, this the life that he chose, hey (Ayy, ayy)
Streets ain't for everybody
Young as f*ck when I first seen a dead body
In the wide-body 'Cat with a Drac' on me
In the front seat bumpin' that old Gotti (Let's go, let's go)
YG Woo in the cut with a twelve shotty (Grrt)
Zack and Cody, we turnt the hotel lobby (Gang)
Wonder how we ain't kicked out that b*tch?
'Cause my young n*gga turnt and he f*ckin' the bellhopper (n*gga)
[Verse 3: Jdot Breezy]
Ayy, I'm on top of this sh*t, ain't no knockin' this sh*t
No n*gga gon' do what I do (Gon' do what I do)
Handle that business and kill all the witness
Which one you gon' be? Make your mind up and choose (Make your mind up and choose)
Ridin' in a big body, killers on trail
Dump a hundred-some rounds when we pull up and shoot (When we pull up and shoot)
Naw, I ain't actin', lil' n*gga, no cappin', lil' n*gga
It's proof I'll make a n*gga poof (Bah)
Money keep comin', but the problems do too
I'ma stand on ten like a man 'til it's over ('Til it's over)
No, I won't go like a b*tch
Never been to the Army, but mama done raised her a soldier (She done raised her a soldier)
n*gga get caught and we f*ckin' him over (Over)
Toaster, runnin' him down and we roast him (Roast him)
f*ck 'round, put your b*tch ass on a poster (On a poster)
f*ck 'round, leave a b*tch n*gga slumped over (Slumped over)
Walked out the trap with a knot on me, hmm (With a knot)
Walked out the trap with a chop on me (With a chop)
Heard an opp got dropped, who clapped homie? (Who clapped homie?)
Heard the killer pushed up, put the pap on him (Pap on him)
Heard a n*gga hit the cell, get him touched
Put a hundred honey buns on a n*gga, threw the flap on him (Ah)
I was broke, n*gga ain't throw a pack on me (Pack on me)
Now I'm up, these n*ggas wanna ask for me
f*ck 'em
[Verse 4: Mudbaby Ru]
We on some other sh*t
I ain't change with the money, it just made me confident
Police took one, then we got us another stick and another stick
Glock 22 with the army tint
Fifty-round drum hangin' off of the blick like an ornament
Bustin' the clip 'til it's over with (Grrt)
n*ggas be talkin' to pillows, they be on some bogus sh*t (Ayy)
Big 40 Boys on some global sh*t (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy, n*ggas be pocket watchin'
Got the .38 Special, the pocket rocket
Play with sticks in this b*tch like the mariachi
Got some demons on me, Jesus, get 'em off me
n*gga play, we gon' flash like the paparazzi (Facts)
Got a Glock that's too hot, it ain't been with Scotty
I'm livin' life like a trampoline
What you mean? Jump stupid, I catch a body (Yeah)
Ayy, pop out when it's necessary
Got a blick from an old-head, this b*tch legendary
Move around if you bein' scary
'Cause I'm faded like Dirk and my young n*gga Jason Terry (Let's go, let's go)
Shoot a movie like Tyler Perry
If a n*gga get jammed, he gon' sing like Mariah Carey
I can't really f*ck with n*ggas
You wanna know why? 'Cause trustin' 'em get you buried
Hardest sh*t that I ever wrote
Put a n*gga in action and watch how a n*gga choke
Hit the dope, make a n*gga float
Pour a deuce of that drank and my body gon' lose control
Money buff, got a n*gga swole
I was hustlin' backwards, that sh*t left a n*gga broke
Now a n*gga know how to hustle
I'll never, ever, ever do that no more, ayy

[Outro: Mudbaby Ru]
Forty-some reasons
Hit the block, left a f*ck n*gga bleedin'
That's what you get for—
Ayy