JID - 151 Rum lyrics

Act one, scene four

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 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
Taking 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 fucking with you
Heebie jeebie, that's a bit disgusting
But I get it i'm full of tension
Full of spirit but full of shit
Standing 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 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 ya 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 fye, get 'em, nigga
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
I'ma 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

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