Summer Drip
Bags
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip, yeah
Lil' bitch, she beggin' me for dick pics
Ain't no cappin', VillaBanks, I'ma fuck up her mattress
She my mistress, she be calling me for fitness
She looking for answers, pop a nigga like cancer
Spend money on clothes, fashion
I'm out here trappin' in a mansion
And I be wildin', I be childish
Young kid trappin' on this beat, I caught a body
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip, yeah
Lil' bitch, she beggin' me for dick pics
She eating me, published a picnic
My bitch a MILF, and she got her nip tuck (fuck her)
In my pickup truck
It's a face fuck, not a dick suck, lil' bitch
Summer drip, drip
Lil' bitch she beggin' me for dick pics
VillaBanks, I'ma fuck up her mattress
She my mistress, she be calling me for fitness
She got her nip tuck
My boxer way full and this ain't a stick up
I be wildin', I be childish
Young kid trappin' on this beat, I caught a brick truck
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip
Like any sting, don't even know the lyrics
Oh, so I ain't gotta write it
I record it, gettin' hella head from my side bitch
Tell her, "Quit the gagging"
I'm out here, I'm making a fucking classic
It's VillaBanks, you can catch me in Milan
Got five thousand in my hand
And a fat million in the bank
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip, yeah
Lil' bitch, she beggin' me for dick pics
Ain't no cappin', VillaBanks, I'ma fuck up her mattress
She my mistress, she be calling me for fitness
She looking for answers, pop a nigga like cancer
Spend money on clothes, fashion
I'm out here trappin' in a mansion
And I be wildin', I be childish
Young kid trappin' on this beat, I caught a body
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip, yeah
Lil' bitch, she beggin' me for dick pics
She eating me, published a picnic
My bitch a MILF, and she got her nip tuck (fuck her)
In my pickup truck
It's a face fuck, not a dick suck, lil' bitch
Summer drip, drip
Lil' bitch she beggin' me for dick pics
VillaBanks, I'ma fuck up her mattress
She my mistress, she be calling me for fitness
She got her nip tuck
My boxer way full and this ain't a stick up
I be wildin', I be childish
Young kid trappin' on this beat, I caught a brick truck
Sick shit, I'm on that summer drip, drip
Like any sting, don't even know the lyrics
Oh, so I ain't gotta write it
I record it, gettin' hella head from my side bitch
Tell her, "Quit the gagging"
I'm out here, I'm making a fucking classic
It's VillaBanks, you can catch me in Milan
Got five thousand in my hand
And a fat million in the bank
Credits
Writer(s): Edoardo Benevides Costa, Matteo Contini
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