Suck Sumthin Songtext
von EBK JaayBo

Let′s go!
Turn it up!
And so unless you want to know what I'm trying to do, man
I don′t know what I'm trying to
Keep on mulling with Tommy
I just love, but
Yeah
Hey!
T-Block, nigga!

Nigga, fuck y'all dead homies, nigga
Nigga, pop y′all brother, nigga, on these, nigga
He′s a nigga
Hey, look, hey, hey, hey, freak bitch, she trying to suck something
Put up to the penthouse
Told her don't touch nothing, fully switched on my hip
I just love buttons, huh, ain′t


In load unless little squeeze in it, don't start with like five homies
But ain′t need
Niggas, a real shooter, one of them drills, I just see different
My little nigga snatching
Kids with no keys in them, yanked up, boning
Got the job done, left that store with 20

Shots, still knew I'd pop something
Dropped that low on that bitch nigga, he did not come
That nigga said the boogie man named I popped up
Hopped out low, gave him six shots, he
A drunk driver, got hella skits on they block
J′s I love slide, couple of they homies died

They cried and said fuck violence, pop a Perkins
Start twinking, don't leave no guns by, can't
Argue about no ho, let′s argue about who popped the most niggas
Bro think he got the most
B′s, let's take a vote nigga, drop skeezy
Even when I go to sleep, it′s really funk

Nigga, a stamper ain't in that load if it ain′t dunks in it
Can't argue with no nigga
That′s the victim of a violent crime, the homies call me drakes
But I keep fully, most
Of the times I slide
Stood over


Cuz, gave him the devil's number
J's I′m on that type of time, know they ain′t outside
But I'm just riding by, go get that back in blood
I for a I, G block, freak bitch
She tryna suck some, put up to the penthouse
Told her don′t touch nothing, police switch
On my hip, I just love buttons
I ain't in load unless little squeeze in it, don′t start

With like five homies but they ain't need niggas
A real shooter, on them drills, I
Just see different, my little nigga snatching kids
With no keys in them, yanked up, boning
Got the job done, left that store with

The police, I still knew I popped something
Dropped the low on a bitch nigga, he did not
Come, that nigga said the boogeyman name I popped up
Hopped out low, gave him six shots
He a drunk driver, got hella skits on they block
J′s I love slide, couple of they homies

Died they cried and said fuck violence, pop a perkin
Start twinking, don't leave no guns
By, can't argue about no ho, let′s argue about who
Popped the most niggas, can′t argue about
No ho, let's argue about who popped the most niggas