COMP - Do Sumptin lyrics

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[Verse 1]

Do Sumptin, Do Sumptin, that's right nigga

You left the burner at home? Let's fight nigga

Hold up, stand back, where your man at?

You want beef with Comp, you can can that

Back up, back up, clear the hole nigga

I can arrange to have your shit swoll nigga

I don't give a flyin fuck, 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 "Fuck all ya'll!"

[Chorus]

He disrespected you, you gotta do sumptin!

He waved the tec at you, you better do sumptin!

Don't be a bitch now nigga, do sumptin!

Dont' stand and look around nigga, 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 bitch now nigga, do sumptin!

Don't stand and look around nigga, do sumptin!

[Verse 2]

You either do nuthin or do sumptin

You in the club with that silver on, bitch you frontin

And my niggas 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 niggas 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, nigga, 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

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[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 "Bitch get up!"

He on the floor with a hole in his gut, on his back and his butt

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 bitched for nothin

Try to earn your respect next time, nigga do sumptin

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