Yung Fume - Sham hd media lyrics

( yung fume) Lifes f**ed hold your 9s up Ridin out to norwood and im thinking bout my knifes touch Like any paygons dat we see is gettin sliced up Black balli nike gloves think they could fight us i still dont do the right stuff Ive seen donnys be mad broke now they fukin iced up Chillin on your ones with a splith and a lighter Take couple bun now your waved and your hyped up Ill hit that strip make tha flip bout the white girl due to take that b**h Ride in my stick ride up n pitch Tell my n***as take da sh** Couse my n***as never bragging we just get the stack in All day pengaleng ot trappin Sour d smoking on the piff then im bagging Like my brudda mounts couse wen its beef i no he hes clappin Clappin never ever chattin pull up wind down da window start clappin See me in the wizzer in the wizzer id be nappin Fuk couse da nitties and the kities are my pa**ion Slugs styll move rapid I dont give a f** slugs styll do damage Buh fuk da net talk it jus feels like im chatin u can ask in the park blud they no wah happened Donnys got turnt n if i had a ting donnys woulda got burnt Dese pricks dont learn my hole team strong we styll move firm Got da strap if i clap L kid man a turn your white face black Pusssy are you mad p**y ur not bad (mounts) Round in no sannsctions yeah in da hood Rollin wid da magnum yeah its all good No chating sh** dont fukin start caur 1 false word let it fukin bark Run up in da trap were da ra**clart food Well split ur wig injur your dudes like Big snub nose tearin bolds my don jus liked a move had to buss some skulls Shotty turning bodys Everybody knoes my hobby Like food get cash in trollys like Ur all wet Come south norwood on a regs (yung fume) Roll true das old news dont get it twisted caur donny il toast you U dont no all da pain da i go through C money nice so i thinkin about a gold tooth Wid a lil cutter Tryna get a lil bu*ter Fam it felt diffrent wen i heard it had a lil bruva Forever shots knocking at your leter box donny better awnser all i wanted is a lil gwolla Clappin zds 12 slugs in da mash have him had 4 dead Hit bodies n pitch donnys 3 8 mounts grabbin a big dotty Certified us now yeah you should no this fuk a otis donnys get toasted You see me on ur strip im posted Burner in my hand like somebody gettin ghosted Lightworks me n u wid mashses you will die first Kum 2 beef u bes make da right turn If not get ur side turnt wid da strap das long like a sideburn (termz) Guns poppin n***as droppin wen my teams about Bring the nener out mounts wid da sotink lookin long peter crouch Push it in da cheaters mouth I say u start speakin now be4 we get da beatens out Dont fuk around caur my dawgs are on this crazy ting blaze da ting Violet my dawgs we gna take ur wig Fuk bieng broke paper chasing ting out on da block day n night getting wages in Couse ima boss rick ross ima have you runin when my tetnan spits off Dont disrespect yung gen will lick shots Have you lookin like the fish in the chip shop With his wig off eyes all criss cross When it starts spitin uno its gonna lift off (frenzy) So i hear a lot of pricks Fumes got the sticks Havin n***as runin out dere kicks in the strip No let da let da go now termz jus brang out the big snub nose Do you bruddas think ur funny could b a mummy wen im planting shells in your tummy Wahs gd p**yhole weres da food weres da doe i want da yes yh i want da show I no mounts has got the sotink could be kumin if u n***as runin up ur gum talk Straight clappin we get baggin n gun talk well get baggin slap in my gun talk