Karaoké 151 Rum JID

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

One-Fifty-One 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 bitch

Son of woman and man

Son of a son in a sunken abyss

Summon a plan

Please come with a script

Cover my back, cover man

Please come with the blitz

Look at the stats

JID like a magician

Fuck that, this some real ass shit

I paid blood for this

Takin' cheese from the government

Cereal boxes with the bugs in it

Hand me down

This my brother brother's shit

Don't compare me to no other other niggas in the city boy they say they fuckin' with you

Heebie jeebie

That's a bit disgustin' but I get it

I'm full of tension

Full of spirit but full of shit

Standin' next to Lil Tay when that bullet hit him

Shit I miss him

I wish that that bullet missed him but it didn't and since I been livin' with it like a sickness

Intimate, infinite rhymes

Give me the baton

A tickin', tickin' time bomb

Takin' the finish line

Look alive, look in my eyes

Look at you niggas tryin'

And ya dumb, dumb

Better run, run 'cos 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 killin' my niggas

Die nigga die

Pull up with the fye

Get 'em, nig' it's eye for an eye

If we gotta ride fuck 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 fuck with you, you a thug

Imma thug with you

We can knuck, we can buck if a nigga fuck 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

One-Fifty-One 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