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comp - do sumptin lyrics

[verse 1]
do sumptin, do sumptin, that’s right n-gga
you left the burner at home? let’s fight n-gga
hold up, stand back, where your man at?
you want beef with comp, you can can that
back up, back up, clear the hole n-gga
i can arrange to have your sh-t swoll n-gga
i don’t give a flyin f-ck, nope
my iron tucked three inches below the gut
i mean, don’t try me, you don’t wanna die man
i’m aiming at his head, send bullets through his eye, man
lights out, fight’s out, i knock your lights out
we bring the knives, bats, and metal pipes out
we can (we can) do it (do it) rumble (rumble) brawl (brawl)
hit him in his face, watch him tumble (tumble) fall (fall)
watch him run and make a phone call (call)
i look at your crew and say “f-ck all ya’ll!”

[hook]
he disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin!
he waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin!
don’t be a b-tch now n-gga, do sumptin!
dont’ stand and look around n-gga, do sumptin!
your man beefin with dude, you better do sumptin!
you said hi and shorty got rude, you better do sumptin!
don’t be a b-tch now n-gga, do sumptin!
don’t stand and look around n-gga, do sumptin!

[verse 2]
you either do nuthin or do sumptin
you in the club with that silver on, b-tch you frontin
and my n-ggas not havin that
don’t wear nothin nice, they be grabbin that (give me!)
sometimes in the streets, but really in the club
and these types of n-ggas be really in the club
high and drunk, ready to fight
bumpin into everybody, steppin on their nikes
so watch out, watch out, they pull glocks out
everybody yellin “duck down, n-gga, watch out!”
guns pop out, hawks pop out, macks slappin at backs make her’s pop out
and they be (they be), not (not), carin’ who they shoot (shoot)
little (little), guns (guns), fit into their boot (boot)
but your man is weak and he ain’t used to beef
he got approached now he’s scared to speak

[hook]

[verse 3]
don’t play with me, i ain’t him, i shank him
dude better watch his mouth
yeah, see the hawks comin out the pouch around my waist
barber shop knife cut around your face
and when them guns out, guns out, like a four-four
some hit the floor-floor or run to the door-door
i hate to see a man hit up
everybody yellin at him like “b-tch get up!”
he on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his b-tt
layin lifeless, his eyes be shut
girls get accidentally knocked out
everybody runnin to their cars but they locked out
they lost their keys, they searchin around
and the person they came with be hurt on the ground
so when you tired of gettin b-tched for nothin
try to earn your respect next time, n-gga do sumptin

[hook]

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