Show Me Sum - Stunna 4 Vegas, S3nsy Molly

The blicky hold fifty

That’s one titty

Pity, we show none

Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one

He say he got rods, but he ain’t the only one

We got 'em rods, wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip

Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some

A pussy ass rapper, we know you one

She throw that ass back like a flea flicker

I just wanna fuck, I don’t wanna be with you

You out of luck if we beef with you

If they with you we put 'em to sleep with you

We goin' for rounds like Holyfield

Lil' bro run down for the overkill

I call up, show out, I know he will pop out on yo' block and blow the steel

Shots buried, Fresh Prince

Big 4X, I ain’t nothin' to mess with

I pick up checks, I don’t check in

Niggas start beefin', then start countin' blessings

I fuck from the back and do it aggressive

Wham, pull on her hair when she stressin'

She ride that dick with no hands

Put the stick on yo' mans, stretch 'em

The blicky hold fifty

That’s one titty

Pity, we show none

Bread knock 'em off like he owe me one

He say he got rods, but he ain’t the only one

Wit' them sticks, we really bust off the rip

Quit all that cappin', boy, show me some

A pussy ass rapper, we know you one

Ayy, the chop in the truck makin' plays in the field

We catch you slippin', just know you get peeled

That Perc' keep her bussin', she roll like a wheel

Watch out for my niggas, hit licks and they steal

Take all them bands in yo' shoebox

Run down on a opp, we need two Glocks

Two blues for my double G tube socks

Took over yo' turf, got a trap on a new block

Cruise in the jeep, no windows

Bussin' yo hoe, we gon' fuck on yo' nympho

Ain’t missing no shots, 'cause we 10−0

Fuck all that talking, hit you and yo' kinfolk

The Blicky hold fifty

That’s one titty

Pity, we show none

Knock em' all down, lot of rounds

And we got plenty guns