40 Sum Reasons
[Intro]
Ay, 40 Sum Reason
Ay, 40 Sum Reason
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin
That what you get for doing all of that talkin'
[Southboy]
I look at your partner, that n***a not-
Ay
[Verse 1]
Ay, I kick the door down
Run out the shop with the chop' ,fifty clip and I let off some more rounds (Grrt)
You gotta know but we deep like the Zoe Pound (Ay)
Young n***a slime made the big homie so proud
All on the net but in person make no sound (No)
Throw back a perc' with no drank, hope it go down
Tried to push up onna block
Sendin shotz thru his car
Gotta know we make lil n***as slow down (Grrt)
Just copped a gucci umbrella, bitch I'm a big stepper
You never know when it's gone pour down
I got the gang so let's have a showdown
Wiz on the bus how wе go 'round and go 'round
Big 40 Boyz ENT
Put your ass on a tee if you think about touching this bussdown
Sound like a door how I'm knocking your hoe down
Feelin like Jock on thе block, he can go down (Go down)
[Chorus]
Ay, 40 Sum Reasons (Grrt)
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin (On gang)
That what you get for doing all of that talkin' (Let's go)
I look at your partner, that n***a not breathin (Let's go, let's go)
Run that boy down with the chop', left him screamin' (Grrt)
Lil Monte on go- that's a demon (Shhh)
Yo homie died and you ain't tryna slide
I caught that boy shirt, go to church like a deacon
[Verse 2]
Ay, n***as be bitches, n***as be gay, they hoes
Ask me how I know
Chest shot, face shot, take off your nose
His name in the paperwork, n***a he told
Come back to the block when you bold, get hit with a pole (Gang)
Ball on the back of the stick and it's gold (Fhh) (Uh)
Hit that boy or make him fold (Let's go)
Had to get that boy gone, it's the life that he chose
Hey, streets ain't for everybody
Young as fuck when I first seen a dead body
In the white body cat with a drac' on me in the front seat bumpin that old Gotit (Let's go, let's go)
YG Woo in the cut with the twelve shotty (Grrt)
Zack and Cody, we turnt the hotel lobby (On gang)
Wonder how we ain't kicked out that bitch?
Cause my young n***a turnt and he fucking the bell hopper (Ay)
[Verse 3]
Ay, we on some other shit
I ain't change with the money, it just made me confident
Police took one then we got us another stick and another stick
Glock .22 with the army tint
Fifty-round drum hanging off of the blick like an ornament
Bustin the clip till it's over with (Grrt)
N***as be talking to pillows, they be on some bogus shit (Ay)
Big40Boyz on some global shit (Ay, ay)
Ay, n***as be pocket watching
Got the .38 special, the pocket rocket
Play with sticks in this bitch like the mariachi
Got some demons on me, Jesus get em off me
N***a play, we gone flash like the paparazzi (Facts)
Got a Glock, it's too hot, it ain't been with Scotty
I'm living life like a trampoline
What you mean? Jump stupid, I catch a body
Ay, pop out when it's necessary
Got a blick forom an oldhead, This bih' legendary
Move around if you being scary cause I'm faded like Durk and my young n***a Jason Terry (Let's go, let's go)
Shoot a movie like Tyler Perry
If a n***a get jammed he gone sing like Mariah Carey
I can't really fuck with n***as, you wanna know why?
Cause trustin them get you buried
All the shit that I ever wrote, put a n***a in action and watch how a n***a choke
Hit the door, make a n***a float
Pour a dusse in this drank and body gone lose control
Money buff got a n***a swole
I was hustlin' back with that shit, left a n***a broke
Now a n***a know how to hustle
I'll never ever ever do that no more
Ay
[Outro]
40 Sum Reason
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin
That what you get for...
Ay, 40 Sum Reasons
Ay, 40 Sum Reason
Ay, 40 Sum Reason
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin
That what you get for doing all of that talkin'
[Southboy]
I look at your partner, that n***a not-
Ay
[Verse 1]
Ay, I kick the door down
Run out the shop with the chop' ,fifty clip and I let off some more rounds (Grrt)
You gotta know but we deep like the Zoe Pound (Ay)
Young n***a slime made the big homie so proud
All on the net but in person make no sound (No)
Throw back a perc' with no drank, hope it go down
Tried to push up onna block
Sendin shotz thru his car
Gotta know we make lil n***as slow down (Grrt)
Just copped a gucci umbrella, bitch I'm a big stepper
You never know when it's gone pour down
I got the gang so let's have a showdown
Wiz on the bus how wе go 'round and go 'round
Big 40 Boyz ENT
Put your ass on a tee if you think about touching this bussdown
Sound like a door how I'm knocking your hoe down
Feelin like Jock on thе block, he can go down (Go down)
[Chorus]
Ay, 40 Sum Reasons (Grrt)
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin (On gang)
That what you get for doing all of that talkin' (Let's go)
I look at your partner, that n***a not breathin (Let's go, let's go)
Run that boy down with the chop', left him screamin' (Grrt)
Lil Monte on go- that's a demon (Shhh)
Yo homie died and you ain't tryna slide
I caught that boy shirt, go to church like a deacon
[Verse 2]
Ay, n***as be bitches, n***as be gay, they hoes
Ask me how I know
Chest shot, face shot, take off your nose
His name in the paperwork, n***a he told
Come back to the block when you bold, get hit with a pole (Gang)
Ball on the back of the stick and it's gold (Fhh) (Uh)
Hit that boy or make him fold (Let's go)
Had to get that boy gone, it's the life that he chose
Hey, streets ain't for everybody
Young as fuck when I first seen a dead body
In the white body cat with a drac' on me in the front seat bumpin that old Gotit (Let's go, let's go)
YG Woo in the cut with the twelve shotty (Grrt)
Zack and Cody, we turnt the hotel lobby (On gang)
Wonder how we ain't kicked out that bitch?
Cause my young n***a turnt and he fucking the bell hopper (Ay)
[Verse 3]
Ay, we on some other shit
I ain't change with the money, it just made me confident
Police took one then we got us another stick and another stick
Glock .22 with the army tint
Fifty-round drum hanging off of the blick like an ornament
Bustin the clip till it's over with (Grrt)
N***as be talking to pillows, they be on some bogus shit (Ay)
Big40Boyz on some global shit (Ay, ay)
Ay, n***as be pocket watching
Got the .38 special, the pocket rocket
Play with sticks in this bitch like the mariachi
Got some demons on me, Jesus get em off me
N***a play, we gone flash like the paparazzi (Facts)
Got a Glock, it's too hot, it ain't been with Scotty
I'm living life like a trampoline
What you mean? Jump stupid, I catch a body
Ay, pop out when it's necessary
Got a blick forom an oldhead, This bih' legendary
Move around if you being scary cause I'm faded like Durk and my young n***a Jason Terry (Let's go, let's go)
Shoot a movie like Tyler Perry
If a n***a get jammed he gone sing like Mariah Carey
I can't really fuck with n***as, you wanna know why?
Cause trustin them get you buried
All the shit that I ever wrote, put a n***a in action and watch how a n***a choke
Hit the door, make a n***a float
Pour a dusse in this drank and body gone lose control
Money buff got a n***a swole
I was hustlin' back with that shit, left a n***a broke
Now a n***a know how to hustle
I'll never ever ever do that no more
Ay
[Outro]
40 Sum Reason
Hit the block, left a fuck n***a bleedin
That what you get for...
Ay, 40 Sum Reasons