3k Jhavy - 4SUM Lyrics

Stop sleeping and go get you some money, nigga
This shit ain't no game
You gotta get off your ass for real
Go, uh, go, go, uh, uh, uh, go, go, uh, uh, go, go, uh, uh, uh, uh

Cuzzo told me stay up on the grind, you gon' blow soon
Can't handle weight that nigga, need to hit the weight room
It's like 4 sum, tryna sweep that block just like a broom
It's that real flavor, before I crack the seal, you smell the fumes

Wood look like sage, the way it's burnin', I can't go to sleep like no way
Rolling back to back, I had to go cop me a 4-way
They like, who is he? Runnin' my shit, just like a DJ
Tryna make a play, up early morning in my PJs

New shoes on, feel like mismatchin' designer
Come through like a diamond, I be shinin', I'ma shiner
Got her wet, she need a liner uhh
She know I'm that nigga, so like Peter, I'ma pipe her up

She throwin' ass to my song, I'm tryna grab that
In the stu, 24-7, like a lab rat
Bullets like Brady, he gon' catch that
Took off like Usain, you woulda thought he ran a 4-flat

Don't get in this car, bitch if you know yeen gon' blow that
Niggas like Shaq up at the free throw
Ain't tuckin' no chain, he get knocked out, he think he Debo
Nah, for real, I need a freak hoe

Only sheets and fronto, rolled a 7 like I'm Geno
Tryna take off just like the migos, just like the migos
Had to smack her on her butt, her shit like jelly
Too hot in this bitch, took off the shirt, I feel like Nelly

Tryna chase a milli, I be put up like I'm Perry
Livin' life just like I'm Larry
Pussy play he gon get buried
That's on my mama, tell him get with me
Triple A, exotic, this shit like glue

Got my fingers sticky, watch who you be round
Cause these niggas, they really be iffy
I done took a nigga, bitch, I know he mad that nigga pissy
Talkin' bullshit, giving the game, you gotta listen

You gotta hear me
Probably high as f*ck look like a Asian when you see me
Amiri tee, Dior on my feet, you can't afford these
Pockets full of dead, but I remember I ain't had no cheese

Why would I let you take it
Keep that iron on me, fa all the fake niggas gon' try to snake me
Thought that was my bitch, the way she throw, know that shit amaze me
She kissin' my belly, goin' low, I think she wanna taste it

Catch him round the way, and get the click until it got Jason
Like Tatumn
Flatttt
Catch him round the way and get yo blowing until it got Jason
Go, go, go

Bow, bow, bow
Go, uh uh
Go, go
Uh uh, uh uh
Go, go

Go, go, go
Go, go, go