Sumthing - Bodega Bamz

Word, I’m ready, word

They got me, they, they, they got me messed up, though, Ohla

For real, for real

So we gon' do it like this one time

Get 'em in tune, yo

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Woop, woop, I ain’t blood, but I spill it

Notice that you fuckin' with the realest, sazón

Woop, woop, I ain’t blood, but I spill it

Notice that you fuckin' with the realest, sazón

Don’t you dare talk about my bidness

Don’t you dare talk 'cause I ain’t finished

Don’t you got a nine to five to go to?

Don’t you got a shorty that support you?

You ain’t gettin' money, you need sales now

Talkin' to the boys, I could tell now, in and out of jail now

Who gon' pay your bail now?

You ain’t gettin' mail now

Feel like you failed now, actin' like you can now

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Livin' in the land of the lost, straight Henny

No ice, I’m just tryna get sauced

Took a few L’s, but you know I eat those

Runnin' from the gram to your car repo

You ain’t know?

We know you buyin' followers

Mob to the club, ten dudes, one bottle, bruh

You ain’t know?

Takin' pictures with these rap stars

Lyin' in yo' captions, actin' like y’all best friends

You ain’t know?

Sazón, rollin up the fanto

Ridin' shotgun with the long nose ganzo

I done got rich, got fame, gun still low

Like the beach ball on your Mac screen, 'ready know

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Had to hit the trap 'cause my rent due

Poor mami lookin' out the window

Cops come knockin', she quiet

Product of my environment

Fuck the lieutenant and the sergeant

I’ma get money, never stoppin'

By any means on the boulevard

Pound sign Papi my callin' card

You don’t get it, yo yo, yo

You don’t get it, yo yo, yo

You don’t get it, yo yo, yo

You don’t get it, yo yo, yo

Straight like that, you heard?

Lil Sazón, Tanboys in this bitch, boy

If I want it, then I buy it, if I need it, then I cop it

Had to switch it up just for niggas to drop it

Fourteen karat nugget gold, diamond finger ring

Laura keep bird cage shakin' when they sing

You about to witness Papi doin' big tings

Bet against Papi, you gon' lose everyting