J.I.D – 151 Rum lyrics

[Hook]
Yeah
Run, Ricky, run
Run, n***a, run
Jump, n***a, 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 n***a numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty k**er really doin’ it for fun, give him a little bit and he’ll get a n***a done
[Verse]
Son of a god, son of a b**h
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, JID like a magician
f** that, this some real a** sh**
I paid blood for this
Taking cheese from the government
Cereal Boxes, put the bugs in it
Hand me down then my brother brother sh**
Dont compare me to no other other n***as
In the city, boy they say they f**ing with you
Heebie jeebie, that’s a bit disgusting but I get it
I’m full attention, full of spirit but full of sh**
Standing next to Lil Tight when that bullet hit him
sh**, 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 n***as tryin’
And you dumb, dumb better run run cause we fryin’ em
Eastside, where ya from, from n***as wildin’
So be silent before my n***as creep silent with street knowledge
Complete nonsense, delete comments, online, all lies
We see violence everyday in my eyes
They k**ing my n***as, die, n***a die
Pull up with the fire get ’em n***a its eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, f** it n***a 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’mma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a n***a f** with you
I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle
[Hook]
Run Ricky, run, run n***a, run, jump n***a, 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 n***a numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty k**er really doin’ it for fun, give him a little bit and he’ll get a n***a

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