Fred the Godson
Tell You Sum’n
[Verse 1]
Before I dust and wipe off gun
And take this n***a life, I might come talk to son
I know he real and he on it
But even when you ready to die you get a warning
Because I compensate, my shooters won't conversate
Your life they'll confiscate, that's what I contemplate
Question, you know who you fuckin' with
You know how many guns is in that fuckin' whip
You see that Hummer that's right up the strip
You think I care who you running with
I heard you sick, testing me ain't the antidote
Serve you out that white truck like I'm making banana boats
Clip the size of a can of coke
Fruits of my labor, silencer was a canteloupe
Walk down the isle in these streets a n***a can't elope
Can't touch this, this hammer ain't broke n***a

[Hook]
Yeah I know you just banged chrome
And your n***as just came home
I'm just tryin' tell you sum'n
I'm just tryin' tell you sum'n
Yeah I hear you tear shit up with that shotty
Swear I don't care about them bodies
I'm just tryina tell you sum'n
I'm just tryina tell you sum'n
[Verse 2]
You got nothing for me
Your kid will come from school like, look what Fred bought me
Just an indirect
So you know, that I know, where you rest
So if you wanna rest in peace be my guest
Like you calling the cab base I'll address you
You better iron our your issues before I press shoot
But you got pride, and you repping thug
Even your wolves won't win, ask Kevin Love
You a n***a that n***as never loved
A week from now, you be getting some of that reverend love
Like here lies what's his name
Shottie in your baby mom's mouth
Bitch what's his name
I got an AK and a 9
I'm just playing you a broke n***a pay me no mind
I got the whole calico grip to blow shit
And I don't give a fuck who you go get

[Hook]