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sumn sumn - gucci mane & chief keef lyrics

[intro: chief keef]
goin’ crazy, this sh-t goin’ crazy
crazy, this sh-t goin’ crazy
me and wop
pull up on yo block sending shots with the glock n-gga

[hook: gucci mane] (2x)
all this cash and all these bands
but the same low down will get you sumn sumn
selling bags and selling lean baby
i’m selling og bags so i can buy you sumn sumn
bad b-tch in the jag with the dealership tag
i’ma still pour sumn and roll me sumn sumn
throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn

[verse 1: chief keef]
lil b-tch better show me something
you can go you don’t show me nothing
don’t want your box i just want some top
i’m tryna see what yo head like, i ain’t about nothing
smoking on tooka with my brothers
f-ck n-gga you don’t want no war with us
come through your block and we click clack buh buh
we busting, pistol c-c-c-cussing
rolling with the gang [?]
either macaroni time or we n-gga buh buh
shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love
i’ma xbox one boy you a wii n-gga what what

[hook] (2x)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
it’s gucci mane, the street exec
got 3 corvettes hangin’ round my neck
[?] didn’t come from no busting checks
[?] these my streets i raise your rent
wop got act one thou a pack
drop off that pack [?]
plus your b-tch [?]
fronted your uncle fifty pounds of dank and he didn’t even pay me yet
off the pack so quick profit re-up there keep the sh-t intact
[?]
guwop back, yeah gucci back, f-ck around and get whacked
don’t relax, [?] pull up in a cab
[?]
rob your man, ten thousand grams i had to feed the fam

[hook]

- gucci mane chief keef lyrics

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