CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Show Me Sum
4X, it's 4X, it's 4X
The blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one
He say he got rods, but he ain't the only one
We got 'em rods, wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip
Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some
A pu**y a** rapper, we know you one
She throw that a** back like a flea flicker
I just wanna f**k, I don't wanna be with you
You out of luck if we beef with you
If they with you we put 'em to sleep with you
We goin' for rounds like Holyfield
Lil' bro run down for the overkill
I call up, show out, I know he will pop out on yo' block and blow the steel
Shots buried, Fresh Prince
Big 4X, I ain't nothin' to mess with
I pick up checks, I don't check in
N***as start beefin', then start countin' blessings
I f**k from the back and do it aggressive
Wham, pull on her hair when she stressin'
She ride that d**k with no hands
Put the stick on yo' mans, stretch 'em
The blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one
He say he got rods, but he ain't the only one
Wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip
Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some
A pu**y a** rapper, we know you one
Ayy, the chop in the truck makin' plays in the field
We catch you slippin', just know you get peeled
That Perc' keep her bussin', she roll like a wheel
Watch out for my n***as, hit licks and they steal
Take all them bands in yo' shoebox
Run down on a opp, we need two Glocks
Two blues for my double G tube socks
Took over yo' turf, got a trap on a new block
Cruise in the jeep, no windows
Bussin' yo hoe, we gon' f**k on yo' nympho
Ain't missing no shots, 'cause we 10-0
F**k all that talking, hit you and yo' kinfolk
The Blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Knock em' all down, lot of rounds
And we got plenty guns
The blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one
He say he got rods, but he ain't the only one
We got 'em rods, wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip
Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some
A pu**y a** rapper, we know you one
She throw that a** back like a flea flicker
I just wanna f**k, I don't wanna be with you
You out of luck if we beef with you
If they with you we put 'em to sleep with you
We goin' for rounds like Holyfield
Lil' bro run down for the overkill
I call up, show out, I know he will pop out on yo' block and blow the steel
Shots buried, Fresh Prince
Big 4X, I ain't nothin' to mess with
I pick up checks, I don't check in
N***as start beefin', then start countin' blessings
I f**k from the back and do it aggressive
Wham, pull on her hair when she stressin'
She ride that d**k with no hands
Put the stick on yo' mans, stretch 'em
The blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one
He say he got rods, but he ain't the only one
Wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip
Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some
A pu**y a** rapper, we know you one
Ayy, the chop in the truck makin' plays in the field
We catch you slippin', just know you get peeled
That Perc' keep her bussin', she roll like a wheel
Watch out for my n***as, hit licks and they steal
Take all them bands in yo' shoebox
Run down on a opp, we need two Glocks
Two blues for my double G tube socks
Took over yo' turf, got a trap on a new block
Cruise in the jeep, no windows
Bussin' yo hoe, we gon' f**k on yo' nympho
Ain't missing no shots, 'cause we 10-0
F**k all that talking, hit you and yo' kinfolk
The Blicky hold fifty
That's one t**ty
Pity, we show none
Knock em' all down, lot of rounds
And we got plenty guns
