151 Rum Lyrics - JID

151 Rum Lyrics

151 Rum Song Lyrics

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Act One: Scene 4

Yeah
Run, Ricky, run
Run, nigga, run
Jump, nigga, 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 nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun, give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga done

Son of a god, son of a b**ch
Son of woman and man, son of a son, in a sunken abyss
Summon a plant, please come with a strip
Cover my back, cover man, please come with the blitz
Look at the stats, J.I.D like a magician
f**k that, this some real ass sh*t, I paid blood for this
Taking cheese from the government
Cereal boxes with the bugs in it
Hand me down this my brother brother sh*t
Don't compare me to no other other niggas
In the city, boy they say they f**king with you
Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting but I get it
I'm full attention, full of spirit but full of sh*t
Standing next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him
sh*t, 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 niggas tryin'
And you dumb, dumb better run, run cause we fryin' em
Eastside, where ya from, from niggas wildin'
So be silent before my niggas creep silent
With street knowledge, complete nonsense
Delete comments, online, all lies, we see violence
Every day in my eyes, they killing my niggas, die, nigga die
Pull up with the fire, get 'em nigga, it's eye for an eye
If we gotta ride, f**k it nigga, 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**k wit you, you a thug, I'ma thug with you
We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga f**k with you
I got love for you out the mud with you, off the muscle

Run, Ricky, run, run nigga, run, jump nigga, 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 nigga numb, numb, numb and he got a little gun
A little bitty killer really doin' it for fun, give him a little bit and he'll get a nigga