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Sumthin'
Hip-Hop/Rap
Sumthin' was released on October 21, 2025 by setthetoneonem as a part of the album 40
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Album40
Release DateOctober 21, 2025
Labelsetthetoneonem
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM83

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Antonio Stephens
Antonio Stephens
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Stephens
Antonio Stephens
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Antonio Stephens
Antonio Stephens
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, Costra Nostra, pop like soda
Send them north like Dakota, life's over
Body temps gettin' colder, why they hold ya
Like a shirt **** fold ya, hell console ya
**** runnin' off with jums, spray the whole drum
Lick shots like some rum, get your team done
Work the spot with a pack till the money come
Turn a five into ten, make the money run
If you lookin' for me? I hope you **** find me
Shoot a **** face back, the where behind me
All this shit behind me like a trunk
Ferrari, so this shit's in the front
**** call it what you want, uh
Court side, sleepin' through the court dates
Blick like magic, how I make a **** levitate
Close on a **** like its real estate
Packs a cook up, call it shake and bake
Got Nokia licks and that's before Drake
Tell em cop a brick or somethin', brown and she thick on somethin
**** actin' like it's somethin', get you packed out on somethin
She think she comin' up on somethin', hit her then a spin her somethin
Talkin' to my bro or Somethin', put it on my flow or Somethin
Put you in the hole or Somethin', **** must be slow or Somethin
**** train to go or Somethin', wipe a **** nose or Somethin
Thinkin' that they on or Somethin', thinkin you belong or Somethin
Wanna be Tone or Somethin...
I bury **** with no ease, I'm sick like a disease
Catch me and Polo rollin in on them 23s
I mean on a lex luger, I'm crazy as Freddy Kruger
Talk bad about my **** bitch you know that ill fuckin do ya
The Nati is hot as hell, you dead or you in a cell
The DEA a raid the hood but fuck that you never tell
We keep that clientele cause crack we gotta sell
And if you block my **** hustle they'll send yo ass straight to hell
Cause **** just gotta get rich and fiends just want a hit
And if the money and the weight stop then **** a shoot up ya shit
The shit is real bruh, out here, you get killed bruh
Your brother could be a snitch, your mother's a murderer
And if you talking you straight lacking, cause heads we be cracking
And hoes we be smacking, and dough we be stacking
Its every man for itself, you ball till you fall dog
Thats why in the hood bruh, that's why we say fuck em all!
Written by: Antonio Stephens
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