Gucci Mane - Sumn Sumn lyrics

[Intro: Chief Keef] Goin' crazy, this sh** goin' crazy Crazy, this sh** goin' crazy Me and Wop Pull up on yo block sending shots with the Glock n***a [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 bags I'm selling Og bags so I can buy you sumn sumn Bad b**h in the Jag with the dealership tag I'ma still post up and roll me sumn sumn Throw this money like a dummy girl you better show me sumn sumn [Verse 1: Chief Keef] Lil b**h 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** n***a 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***a buh buh Shooters coming out the cut, out the trees give you tough love I'ma Xbox One boy you a Wii n***a what what [Hook] (2x) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] It's Gucci Mane a street exec and 3-4 [?] round my neck [?] didn't come from no busting checks [?] these my streets I raise your rent [?] Drop off that pack [?] Plus your b**h [?] [?] fifty pounds of dank and he didn't even pay me yet Off the pack so quick profit we out there keep the sh** intact [?] Guwop back, yeah Gucci back, f** 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]