Sw3rv - Gett Me Sum

Got it out the mud
Strait up out the slums
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Fuck up the digits and add up the funds
Had to get me some money and get me a bomb
Trappin out the trenches had to get me sum
Stuffed up my pockets had to walk with the lump
I cant do this for fun had to get me some funds
Never been runner up been number one
Up the bitch status when she fucked on a don
Hickory wood fill it up with the skunk
This AP a presi I call it Donald Trump
Just ran up them racks so a youngin can thumb
Try to test it now you know he a flunk
Been had a wave since I made the beat jump
Beat up the pot I ain't change the heat once
These bitches just change like the season
These niggas so gangster on internet
Had my son at fifteen had a reason
Been up in the pool tell that boy to get his feet wet
Grinding overtime on the block I ain't eat yet
Plate still hot still jamming and its sunset
Had to get the money never ever could do none less
If they kick the door flush it all don't leave none left
Got it out the mud
Strait up out the slums
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Fuck up the digits and add up the funds
Had to get me some money and get me a bomb
Trappin out the trenches had to get me sum
Stuffed up my pockets had to walk with the lump
I cant do this for fun had to get me some funds
Money Talk Money Talk bitch can you comprehend
Remember was broke and I don't wanna reminisce
I was just down bad now I'm up like the pyramids
Punching the bag damn near broke my wrist
I just run it up till its holes in the soles
All these racks in my pockets made me switch up the flow
Came a long from finessing the lows
Got me freaking on this model like a shone
Want the twenties pink fifties and the blue strips
All of these wrenches up in the spot like a tool kit
Im on the ball and on point like a pool stick
My cannabis unanimous flower no tulips
Residue revenue on the scalier
Execute count the lute regular
Trap out the same clothes I migrate and settled in
Flex like a wrestler mad that I leveled up
Got it out the mud
Strait up out the slums
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Trappin out the trenches had to get me some
Fuck up the digits and add up the funds
Had to get me some money and get me a bomb
Trappin out the trenches had to get me sum
Stuffed up my pockets had to walk with the lump
I cant do this for fun had to get me some funds

Written by:
Jeremy Leggett

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