My Summa
Aye
I told you my summer
Throw the ball I won't fumble
Run in yo... and we fix shit fix shit just like a plumber
Aye
Big five
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
AYE AYE
That's word to my ma ima get it
Most of these niggas they cap like a fitted
Baby girl I wanna Fuck is you wit it
Big body it push you back when I hit it
Money getting closer on god I can feel it
Shawty I'm loving yo ass can I feel ya it
Let me just ask you one thing can I hit it
Play with my money I'm sending a blitz
Play wit my money I'm sending a hit
Yahye pull up he gone shoot with that blick
We catch a nigga at night just like nick
I know I look icy
I know I'm a lick
Don't even try it cause I stay with the choppa
Ima send his ass right to heaven with his father
Hit a hoe from the back hit a lil harder
She say that she thirsty
I gave her some water
I fucked her so good
And I sent cross the border
Getting that pussy was only my order
I bought her a plan b ain't raising no daughter
She say that she fucking
I told her come over
When she get here ima hold her on her shoulder
Money so heavy it's just like a bolder
We smoking on strong
We smoking on odor
Yea
I told you yea it was my summer
I got the drip got the sauces from wunna
Run in yo house and I'm fixing like plumbers
If ion get rich then I'm failing my mama
Whip got a lot of room just like a humma
She loving my swag yea she love my persona
I'm hot like a fire I'm hot like a sauna
This the one and I told you ima show you
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
AYE AYE
That's word to my ma ima get it
Most of these niggas they cap like a fitted
Baby girl I wanna Fuck is you wit it
Big body it push you back when I hit it
Money getting closer on god I can feel it
Shawty I'm loving yo ass can I feel ya it
Let me just ask you one thing can I hit it
I can spray the choppa make it sound like thunder
Spin out in the whip fucked up my bumper
Ian talking wrestling but we can rumble
Family dying Rest In Peace to my uncle
Throw me the bag I swear I won't fumble
Not into drama because I stay humble
Niggas be hard then why do they mumble
Get in the room I flip her we tumble
Aye
My cousin he play for the pistons
Cause when shoot swear to god ain't no missing
Got a bad bih but I swear she don't listen
Bullets hit you yo head you go missing
Getting this money my number one mission
Hit from the back that's my favorite position
My niggas they bang they fingers they twisting
Big watch it's pissing
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
She loving my swag yea she love my persona
I told you my summer
Throw the ball I won't fumble
Run in yo... and we fix shit fix shit just like a plumber
Aye
Big five
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
AYE AYE
That's word to my ma ima get it
Most of these niggas they cap like a fitted
Baby girl I wanna Fuck is you wit it
Big body it push you back when I hit it
Money getting closer on god I can feel it
Shawty I'm loving yo ass can I feel ya it
Let me just ask you one thing can I hit it
Play with my money I'm sending a blitz
Play wit my money I'm sending a hit
Yahye pull up he gone shoot with that blick
We catch a nigga at night just like nick
I know I look icy
I know I'm a lick
Don't even try it cause I stay with the choppa
Ima send his ass right to heaven with his father
Hit a hoe from the back hit a lil harder
She say that she thirsty
I gave her some water
I fucked her so good
And I sent cross the border
Getting that pussy was only my order
I bought her a plan b ain't raising no daughter
She say that she fucking
I told her come over
When she get here ima hold her on her shoulder
Money so heavy it's just like a bolder
We smoking on strong
We smoking on odor
Yea
I told you yea it was my summer
I got the drip got the sauces from wunna
Run in yo house and I'm fixing like plumbers
If ion get rich then I'm failing my mama
Whip got a lot of room just like a humma
She loving my swag yea she love my persona
I'm hot like a fire I'm hot like a sauna
This the one and I told you ima show you
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
AYE AYE
That's word to my ma ima get it
Most of these niggas they cap like a fitted
Baby girl I wanna Fuck is you wit it
Big body it push you back when I hit it
Money getting closer on god I can feel it
Shawty I'm loving yo ass can I feel ya it
Let me just ask you one thing can I hit it
I can spray the choppa make it sound like thunder
Spin out in the whip fucked up my bumper
Ian talking wrestling but we can rumble
Family dying Rest In Peace to my uncle
Throw me the bag I swear I won't fumble
Not into drama because I stay humble
Niggas be hard then why do they mumble
Get in the room I flip her we tumble
Aye
My cousin he play for the pistons
Cause when shoot swear to god ain't no missing
Got a bad bih but I swear she don't listen
Bullets hit you yo head you go missing
Getting this money my number one mission
Hit from the back that's my favorite position
My niggas they bang they fingers they twisting
Big watch it's pissing
Believe what I say this my year this my summa
My boys be outside every way rolling thunder
Chubbs making plays but he move in a honda
Smoking exclusive we smoking on gunja
Lie to the judge in they face it's my honor
When I put drip on I'm drowning like gunna
Presi the whip when I pull up Obama
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
Ima get rich and that's word to my momma
She loving my swag yea she love my persona
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Writer(s): Sage Reese
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