On Sum Lyrics

Yeah, yeah
TK Kravitz
That boy Cassius

I told my hoes I'm on some new shit
I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit
I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris
We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it
She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit
Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah
Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick, yeah

She like Wendy Williams, have 'em forever talkin', yeah
Hole in the bottom my Reeboks, now Margiela walkin', yeah
She said, "Ooh, he got money," who heard you have to talk?
Ferragamo up under my comma, just prepare the coffin (He dead)
Hangin' up out that window with my ammo, shit get messy
Skoob, man, why you don't fuck with KiKi? 'Cause she be too messy
These niggas know my past, these niggas know my present
Never been no lobster, never been no peasant, Derez

Bad aim with the chit-chat, dig that
Big strap, I came for the cash, let me get that
Hundred round drum in that PLR, no kickback
Yellow tape, shootouts in apartments, they didn't hit back
Gunfire in them hallways, bitch, in broad day
Broad day, servin' bricks, nicks, this ain't ball play
Ridin' 'round with a thot bitch, she finna block with
Lot of diamonds, bitch I'm shinin', la la la

I told my hoes I'm on some new shit
I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit
I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris
We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it
She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit
Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah
Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick

I'm Lil Ricky to the hood, don't like drama
Bad chocolate lil' bitch, call her Wakanda
Wrap her hands 'round that dick, anaconda
I'm hot as hell in these streets like a sauna
Get in, get out (Get out), at my grandma's house
I was sleepin' on the floor, I was down and out
Derez, Trouble, let's make this money double
Secure the bag, never let it fumble (Derez De'Shon)

Go anywhere rockin' my jewelry, uh
Say you gon' rob me, then do it
I shot at your top like Curry
Hit your top, you drop, you buried
Pull up on your block, no worries
Pull up on your block and pop pop
Skrrt, skrrt, swerve, yeah, uh
Nike check, I just do it, uh, Kaepernick, uh
Graduated with no cap and shit
Go'n with all that cappin' shit
Niggas sayin' this and that and that and this
They just on some rapper shit
We know you ain't whackin' shit

I told my hoes I'm on some new shit
I told my enemies they ain't gon' do shit
I took my lil' bitch to Ruth Chris
We ate good, she fucked me good, then I'm through with it
She sucked me good, she like good weed, like good dick
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on some hood shit
Pull up with the cannon, ain't no broomstick, yeah yeah
Old school AK, ayy, bae, wood stick, yeah