Cumin Up - Lil B

Aye, bro, I know where you can get 20 bricks

What?

I said, I know where you can get 20 bricks

Nigga, I don’t got no fucking time for no shit like that, what the fuck is your

problem?

I know that you wanna come up and you’re a broke bitch and you need some money

You better hit this lick

One day, summertime, last month

I was out doing bad

Talking bout coming up

I’ve been riding on the bus and I really need a car

I already got a job and I work too hard

It be this young nigga, talking bout he got bricks

Finna make him eat shit and steal those licks

I ain’t talking bout mad

I’m talking bout the chance, nigga

Rob everybody, don’t discriminate

And tats on your face

I know you got the blue suit

You can get got too, every blue moon

I come with the chopper, make a sucker drop everything

Baby mama drama?

I’ll knock the bitch out

She trying to trap me, I broke the bitch jaw

Long story short, we ain’t go very far

Bitch hating on me?

Boy, I swear to God

Keep hating on me and get your punk ass robbed

Brodie coming up, ski masked up,

OK, since you didn’t wanna do that, I’m gonna tell you about this other thing

that I know about

Hey, bro, check it out

I know something that we won’t get caught for

I’ma tell you about this dude in jail

He said he hit a lick, and he couldn’t post bail

Now the only time we talk is when he’s sitting in his cell

I seen his face, and I know he in hell

Made a couple mistakes, hit that boy with the chopper

Took his ass out the trunk, put his ass in the car

Man you know that’s kidnap, get caught in the trap

He didn’t even steal the crack, how he gonna bounce back?

Man, it’s all on us, keep it on the hush

Going way way back, nigga, I was on the bus

Trapping every night in the dark with no light

Every time I hit the streets I had to pray trice

All night hype, I be out on the flight

Baby food, trying to cook dope at night

Stealing formula, hiding on bar

Real street nigga, cooking crack in the dark