Cumin Up Lyrics & Chords By 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 cause your a broke bitch and you need some money. You better hit this lick One day, summertime, last month I was out doing, talking 'bout coming up I've been riding on the bus and I really need a car 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, he 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'mma 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 day 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