f*ck Sum lyrics

[Intro]
Yuh, Yeah, Yuh, Pop out, 3rd World

[Chorus]
The way i swing the stick, this b*tch shoot rapid fire
I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguise (Hell Nah)
Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, Like a dyke (On God)
I'll crash out on one of them, Ain't nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Had to have n*gga in that dungeon, with my whoa's n*gga, and a knife (My Whoa's)
I was locked up, ain’t think i was getting out, And i had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)

[Verse]
Before i thought I couldn't f*ck the bag, sh*t, that sh*t light
Ion give a f*ck, I'll f*ck on my bag all damn night
I'm gon' blow damn my gun, I'm not no rap ass n*gga, I'll crashout on sight
Yeah, This Glock hit like Mike (Tyson)
Whoa said he gotta go, n*gga said "2 Love", I'm like twice
Drinkin' Wok today, but it's okay, causе a n*gga don't like sprite
Gon' Mix it up 'till i get bubblе guts, Glock got a muzzle, still bite
Huh, and I'll never do a full fight
Hrr, and i stood down, It's okay to cry
You snitched on the Mobb, boy just say Goodbye
Boy get jiggy, this that Vamp Music (Jiggy sh*t)
All this ice on his neck, Look like a f*ckin' cooler
Finna snatch his damn chain, Gotta 30 mag Glock, this a ruler
Ian really give a f*ck 'bout no damn school, I was really tryna f*ck on my tutor
Sumo said he don't give a f*ck, He'll put a Glock to a hoover
She a bad b*tch, with a attitude, she don't deserve flowers she gon' get a toolie
He jus' green as f*ck, And he not stupid
Finna black out, Like a damn pupil
Got real troops, that's my damn shooters
Good face card, b*tch, I'm on google
Where my money?, pus*y ass n*gga better make sum' shake
I be catchin' n*ggas on they bad day
I feel good, It's okay
Good ass lawyer, gon' beat that case
Stop that cap, b*tch, hit them brakes
Knife on the stick, gon' bud his K
[Chorus]
The way i swing the stick, this b*tch shoot rapid fire
I wanna look in you in yo' eyes when you die (That's on God)
I wanna come to yo' goddamn funeral, watch yo' mama cry
I can tell the fake from the real, it's no disguising (Hell Nah)
Lil' Glokk, he be out strapped up, Like a dyke (On God)
I'll crash out on one of them, Ain't nobody touch my pipe (On God)
Had a hard time in that dungeon, with my whoa's n*gga, and a knife (My Whoa's)
I was locked up, Ain' think i was getting out, And i had to thank Jesus Christ (On God)