Summa

It's all real shit too, I ain't gon' fake it, ayy
Nigga, my whip doin' more than a hunnid Fucc, the state trooper seen me comin
Tats was tryna throw the spikes, I dodged them quicc, I'm on the summin
11:45, she dropped the lo, I know she on to somethin

Bitch gon' blow up my damn phone, now what she want, she wantin' somethin
I just rocced out with a Draco, bitch, you know I keep my thumpin
And this goofy bitch keep callin' me, I had to blocc her number
I drop more pipe off at the whole house than a fuccin plumber

She think I'm cuffin' that ball whole time, I'm just fuccin for the summer
See, we a band, bro had brought the sticcs and I had brought the drummers
Soon as your dumb ass reach for somethin
Bitch gon' shake that ass or somethin

Do it, do it, I wanna see you do it
You gotta pay for some pay, my nigga, let's get to it
Phone on DND, please don't disturb me while I'm gettin' to it
Dre and luh jay tryna slap the city, my boy's goin' stupid

Crazy bitch, got the nerd to ask why I ain't take her out
She tellin' me to leave it in or I got that, well, I'ma take it out
Threw my head back and closed my eyes, she got it in her mouth
She moved into her own spot, now she want me at her house

Grown-ass men dicc succin' and they sneak dissin', tell me what that's about
You got a problem sayin' with your chest, lil' nigga, say it loud
I can't even fool a throttle when it's bitch, the car too loud
Tried to mac a bitch without no haircut and she blew me down

I want the charger, but fucc around and get the Jeep
Dwill fishtailing l the cat and walk that bitch all down the street
Free my nigga Drew, he up the road, fightin' first degree
Doggy-ass nigga, gotta keep my hoes up on the lease

Ain't got ass or a face card, how can she fuck with me
You think I'm Michael Jackson, thriller, all these hoes gon' let me beat
I like thicc hoes, but my girlfriend's pretty and petite
I pay my lawyer good as fucc and then I call the sweet-ass plea

I like high-speed Gloccs and dracs, I guess I'm nothin' but a nigga
But my partner think the same, so I guess we no different
She fucc me, then fucc my potna, so I guess we no different
She got me blowin' the hung up the phone before I can say my sentence

I love big G20, but lil cuh love compact G26
I fuck my stomach up drinkin' light and dark I guess that shit don't mix
Man, them hoes'll tell your business why you put them in your mix
Task force spiked a brand new set of tires dat sht got me pissed

I don't like the shit you doin', but I guess who am I to judge
Gave her dope dicc one good time and she want me to be her plug
10 milly Hollows jammed the vect tried to cocc the slide, but it won't budge
Had her cousin text my IG, I looked down like, what the fuck

Ah, damn, I thought I had a new bop
This is his bitch fuckin' cousin, she done picked up the phone and shit
Ah, damn



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Writer(s): Cee Loc23
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