Back to Top

5iveski - Sumo Flexin Lyrics



5iveski - Sumo Flexin Lyrics




Smoking secret weapon with my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, I took some L's, they was lessons
That shit turned to blessings, now I'm sumo flexin
Did I f*ck his bitche leave him guessin' Now he f*ckin' stressin
Pop up missin doin' all that bappin, I know niggas tellin

Crack his melon, only hang round felons pull up two door exit
Sumo flexin' Eatting hella good, like I'm known for wrestlin
I can't help it, my new bitch a baddie So my old bitch jealous, who you tellin
If I want the bitch, I know that I ain't failin
What you sellin? I know that ain't pressure I can't even smell it

Armageddon Try to play with us, we send yo ass to heaven

Mack 11, he got hit with seven, no, it wasn't pleasant
Police question I don't know what happened Give out no confession
Nonaggression niggas give out treats but don't give out directions
That's depression, I was tryin' to slide now buddy ass reflecting

Bad impression, niggas don't be thugs, just havin' bad obsessions
That's regression, class is up in session, teach you boys a lesson
Sumo flexin' nocturnal collection 5iveski for election
Resurrection, free all of my brothers, fightin' in corrections
Good perception, I know niggas watchin, lookin' at perfection
Great projection, f*ck is a 45 we passin' out 57's

Smoking secret weapon with my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, I took some L's, they was lessons
That shit turned to blessings, now I'm sumo flexin
Did I f*ck his bitche leave him guessin' Now he f*ckin' stressin
Pop up missin doin' all that bappin, I know niggas tellin

Crack his melon, only hang round felons pull up two door exit
Sumo flexin' Eatting hella good, like I'm known for wrestlin
I can't help it, my new bitch a baddie So my old bitch jealous, who you tellin
If I want the bitch, I know that I ain't failin
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




Smoking secret weapon with my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, I took some L's, they was lessons
That shit turned to blessings, now I'm sumo flexin
Did I f*ck his bitche leave him guessin' Now he f*ckin' stressin
Pop up missin doin' all that bappin, I know niggas tellin

Crack his melon, only hang round felons pull up two door exit
Sumo flexin' Eatting hella good, like I'm known for wrestlin
I can't help it, my new bitch a baddie So my old bitch jealous, who you tellin
If I want the bitch, I know that I ain't failin
What you sellin? I know that ain't pressure I can't even smell it

Armageddon Try to play with us, we send yo ass to heaven

Mack 11, he got hit with seven, no, it wasn't pleasant
Police question I don't know what happened Give out no confession
Nonaggression niggas give out treats but don't give out directions
That's depression, I was tryin' to slide now buddy ass reflecting

Bad impression, niggas don't be thugs, just havin' bad obsessions
That's regression, class is up in session, teach you boys a lesson
Sumo flexin' nocturnal collection 5iveski for election
Resurrection, free all of my brothers, fightin' in corrections
Good perception, I know niggas watchin, lookin' at perfection
Great projection, f*ck is a 45 we passin' out 57's

Smoking secret weapon with my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, I took some L's, they was lessons
That shit turned to blessings, now I'm sumo flexin
Did I f*ck his bitche leave him guessin' Now he f*ckin' stressin
Pop up missin doin' all that bappin, I know niggas tellin

Crack his melon, only hang round felons pull up two door exit
Sumo flexin' Eatting hella good, like I'm known for wrestlin
I can't help it, my new bitch a baddie So my old bitch jealous, who you tellin
If I want the bitch, I know that I ain't failin
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Marriel Causey
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: 5iveski



5iveski - Sumo Flexin Video
(Show video at the top of the page)


Performed By: 5iveski
Language: English
Length: 1:42
Written by: Marriel Causey

Tags:
No tags yet