League Of Starz - Show Sumn lyrics

[Produced by Dnyc3 and Trend] [Hook: Skeme] Baby I be out'chea thuggin' You wanna real n***a, b**h you ain't said nothin' No money, that's end of discussion Man f** all the talkin', b**h show a n***a somethin', huh b**h show a n***a somethin', huh b**h show a n***a somethin', uhh Baby I be out'chea thuggin' Man f** all the talkin', b**h show a n***a somethin', huh [Verse 1: Skeme] f**ed up, towed back Only thing on my mind, where the hoes at Hater mad, and he say "He want his ho back He tryna' keep this sh**, I gave that n***a a ho jack Shut up b**h, go ahead and poke it You ain't had dick, so the wood n***a stroke it That a** shake like it's in and out of focus Turn that dime b**h to a fiend off of dope dock [Verse 2: Problem] Comptown CA, running like a relay Money make yo' b**h bring it back, like a replay Hit yo' ho raw, yeah I be like that I'm about to make yo' ho cum, yeah she be right back, in a minute Give her a Molly, if she timid Play one of my songs, watch the b**h get it Popping that thing like a pill He won't lick your a**, I will (Haha, look at they face when I say man, ah f** it! what!) [Hook] [Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs] Towed back, f**ed up Smoking green, codeine in a double cup Throw them moles on the stove, let 'em bubble up Pull a fo, drink 'em both like n***a what I seen a b**h, so thick, oh sh** Drugged up, so I hit 'er with the dope dick Super blunted, stay one hunnid, like 4 bricks Ridin' on them handle bars, when I wrote this, what [Verse 4: Jay Rock] (I'm just a eastside n***a!!) And she know I'm with the sh** Project baby, yeah, she know I got stick Woah, meet her every time with the stroke Got 36 ounces, baby know I got blow, yeah First 40, ate the p**y on sight Have her homegirls doin' search party for the swipe Yeah, girl I got it like that Got a boomerang thing, so I know she coming right back Rock! [Hook] [Verse 5: Gla**es Malone] I'm all, the way, wit it Dinner full of digits, talk it how I live it n***a gotta' get it, free my n***a 50 New snapback, got it so low, the fitted I done stole all the who*es, yeah n***a, even yours Had to eat the p**y, since you wouldn't eat it for 'er Tell 'er, run it, run it, run it, yeah n***a call me Forbes Get you smacked for that fresh pair of jordans [Verse 6: Bad Lucc] Ay, I tell 'er paint my face She said "The homies tellin'", b**h that ain't my case She heard I never eat it, b**h I ain't that fake She took a look at the snake, b**h I ain't that jake Cuz I'mma, sick n***a, swig hitter Honey flipper, I'm Bad Lucc, the b**h kisser I'm talkin' chicken, outer leggings, she a swish hitter She seen her n***a do his thing, but I want this n***a, yeah [Hook] [Outro] League of Starz