Need Sum Mo’ - Smac Rollie, MADDMAX 03 & Bron Nuit: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Smac Rollie, MADDMAX 03 & Bron Nuit

Need Sum Mo’

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Need Sum Mo’ è stato pubblicato il 24 ottobre 2025 da Smac Rollie come parte dell'album The SRLP

Dettagli della canzone

Data di uscita24 ottobre 2025

EtichettaSmac Rollie

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM84

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Smac Rollie

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Maximo

Lyrics

Cole Sicotte

Lyrics

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Maximo

Producer

Cole Sicotte

Producer

Testi

Yeah,

Hoodstar, 03

Let’s go (Huh? woah)

I done took the panties off the woc bottle,

i ain’t got to worry if i ain’t got him,

Cause’ my dawg’ shot him (Go)

I ain’t got to worry i’m just being honest,

Ice on me mcFlurry bitch,

I’m drip down head to toe (water)

Where the fuck the opps at?

Been looking for the lo’

They ain’t send the drop (damn)

Where the fuck they go?

I done robbed the bank with a withdraw,

Run me up some bands,

Now i need sum mo’

/

Aye tell me how we not locked up ?

All the stupid shit we done,

All the drugs that we done sold (aye)

Always flood the streets,

while we sipping on promethazine,

i done seen you and your bitch At Micky Ds,

Sipping on that green,

Me and Smac just riding down town to get our jewelry cleaned,

And while we there pull out a knot,

And we go and cop’ Amiri Jeans,

Everyone at the store knows us by name,

We the get money team,

i done seen your broke ass,

feinding’ out for a tein’

/

Damn i think my momma’ know that i’m a trap addict,

Fifteen i was stuffing bands and xans’,

inside the mattress (whoa)

I remember i was poor,

Now it’s Montclair jackets,

every time that it’s cold,

Said my name inside the song?

Man he bold,

Yeah whatever i be rapping now,

i still play with poles,

Got the nena’ on me everywhere i go,

Like my bank roll,

Baby nah’ i can’t fold,

How he say he gangsta’?

But his ass told

/

Yeah i seen him on the stands,

pointing fingers how he turn a hoe?

I won’t never stop chasing all this doe’

Yeah in the trap stacking this paper,

Get this money laying low,

Twelve be posted on the block,

We already know,

They hop out with them glocks,

We ready for war,

Dug up all these automatics,

Then we let them blow,

I’m pouring up,

And Smac be rolling HT,

Smokes until he’s gone,

And we ain’t never worried bout’ them bitches,

Cause’ our money long,

/

Glocks and switches,

I smoke spliffies’

Ain’t no swishers,

I just poured a four (four)

I might pop a pill with it,

I can’t bring my dawgies’ anywhere,

They tryna’ kill with it,

My crodies’ they don’t get it,

Ride around with double felons,

Sending shots,

Direct messages,

I wasn’t there i was eating Mexican,

Sipping lean’ in Massachusetts,

What the fuck is Texas then?

Pulled up in a foreign car,

Beamer, Benz, and Lexuses’

Yeah i know i made a way,

You don’t got to mention it

/

Necklace on some tennis shit,

03 be what the pendant is,

In her mouth just like a dentist is,

Riding me like equestrian,

Been a minute after the money,

You know we getting to it,

i fly across the world and bust a play,

That’s how i keep the jewelry flooded,

He pussy he gon’ fold,

Now i’m on the run from the state,

Got through TSA,

With a couple bottles on the plane,

I done asked the flight attendant for a cup,

Fill it up with ice,

I be pouring muddy’ wok,

She give me head while we in the sky

Written by: Cole Sicotte

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