album cover
Sumtn Else
2
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sumtn Else was released on August 29, 2017 by SkunkApeGang as a part of the album City of Satan
album cover
Release DateAugust 29, 2017
LabelSkunkApeGang
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Candee
Candee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Candido F De Souza-Neto
Candido F De Souza-Neto
Songwriter

Lyrics

They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game **** fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a **** dealt
I got the fye make a **** melt
I don't care how a fuck **** felt
I rock the Glock like the shit a belt
You thought you was gangsta boy LOL
Bitch it's SkunkApeGang you could tell by the smell
Gold grillin' hair nappy (yuh)
Big dawg with the skrappy (yuh)
Same **** tryna clap me up
Be the **** tryna clap me up
Sippin' on Caraco laughing hysterical
Run in ya home while you there alone
I'ma bust right at ya terradome
You pussy **** best pray for a miracle
I cannot save me no scary hoe
Married the game you could check on my marital
100 round drum like a mary-go
I convert a gangsta **** to spiritual
Every time they see me they like that's him
Pull up at yo do' like a home gym
Them **** ain't lit man them **** dim
You can't ride on my wave all you do is skim
North Beach yea that way
Got the K on me yea that's bae
'nana clips bitch it be the ape
**** on point like Vegeta's tape
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game **** fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a **** dealt
I got the fye make a **** melt
I know that my ex bitch is mad as hell
I know that these fuck **** mad as well
Yo boyfriend a motherfuckin' goofy bitch
So that means you must be Clarabelle
I'ma hit from the back and won't text her back
Got these racks on my chest like I'm Christy Mack
Gotta walk wit a Mack I could never lack
They tried to pull my card and it was a Jac
Comin' straight up outta Dade
Where it's either get paid or get paid
I was tryna shine and they was throwin' shade
So I keep a ruler like it's 3rd grade
Errbody think they a hot boy
Bitch I'm the motherfuckin' fye man
Cook a **** like a fryin' pan
Bring 'em back to life and make 'em die again
You **** ain't thorough you mix breed
Buck it from 12 hit the six speed
Know a couple **** who can't read a lick
But they'll tell me what the lick read
I hang with them **** who murder
I hang with a bunch of lil burglars
I can't leave the crib with no burner
I'ma slider just like some lil burgers
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game **** fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a **** dealt
I got the fye make a **** melt (fye)
(yuh)
(bih)
(uhuh)
They say damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
Bustin' at opps 'til it none left
I don't play no game **** fuck a ref
Play with the GANG and it's sudden death
Sumtn else, sumtn else
Damn CanDee Mane you sumtn else
I play the cards that a **** dealt
I got the fye make a **** melt (fye)
Written by: Candido F De Souza-Neto
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...