151 Rum

LETRA

151 Rum

[Intro]
Act One: Scene 4
Yeah

[Chorus]
Run, Ricky, run, run, ni***, run, jump, ni***, jump
Come here they come, run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 rum and a blunt, young ni*** numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin’ it for fun, give him a little bit and he’ll get a ni*** done

[Verse]
Son of a god, son of a bitch
Son of a woman and man, son of a son, and then sunk in abyss
Summon a plant, please come with a strip
Cover my back, cover mad, please come with the bliss

Look at the stash, J.I.D like a magician
F*** that, this some real ass shit, I paid blood for this
Taking cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it

Hand me down then my brother brother shit
Don’t compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy they say they fuc*** with you
Heebie jeebie, that’s a bit disgusting but I get it

I’m full attention, full of spirit but full of shit
Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
Shit, I miss him, I wish that that bullet missed him, but it didn’t
And since I been living with it like a sickness

Intimate, infinite rhymes, give me the baton
A ticking, ticking time bomb, takin’ the finish line
Look alive, look in my eyes, look at you niggas tryin’
And you dumb, dumb better run, run ‘cause we fryin’ em

Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin’
So be silent before my niggas creep silent
With street knowledge, complete nonsense
Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence

Everyday in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, ni*** die
Pull up with the fire, get ‘em ni***, it’s eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, f*** it ni***, ride for the ride of ya life

Diabolical minds, I don’t mind it, I like it, I like it, I love it
I f*** wit you, you a thug, I’ma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a ni*** f*** with you
I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle

[Chorus]
Run Ricky, run, run ni***, run, jump ni***, jump
Come here they come run, run, run, run
Gun with the drum, bum bitty bum, slump in the trunk
My city go dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb
151 rum and a blunt, young ni*** numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin’ it for fun, give him a little bit and he’ll get a nigga