summa time

(Aye, man, I'm in the burbs right now)
(Man, this shit feel good man, we not in the hood no more gang)
(We in the burbs man, you feel me,)
(I got good pape, good bread man, I can't een complain man!)

Pull up to yo block, we leave shit hot just like the summer time
All y'all niggas broke, my pockets fat, them bitches Busta Rhymes
Yo bitch wanna fuck, I told her "No", like bitch another time
Finn, I be with my dog like bitch Adventure Time!
You hopped out the car, lil bitch you froze, like its Winter Time
Told her she can suck a dick but she can't get a dime
If you wanna fuck, bitch wait yo turn, you better get in line
You don't want your bread, thats you, but me?
Lil bitch I'm getting mines
We'll backdoor, before they backdoor, we'll get em slimed
(We'll get em slimed)
Bitch, all I speak is money, I'm on rich time
Please get off that man dick, boy you (dick riding)
We gone spin back the fourth time, fifth and sixth time
Yo bitch said she love you, but she don't
I think yo bitch lying
Who you talking to, oh this ain't me lil bitch I'm big slime
Bitch I'm big slime, told the bitch I'm big bro
I ain't tory lanes, bitch I ain't aiming for yo- (laughs)

Walk inside the trap, bitch you can't hear me bitch I tiptoe
I got good cheese, got good bread, lil bitch I get dough
She big head, that's good head, lil bitch that's good throat
Nigga said he on my block, bitch I wish you would blow
Man this generation hella gay, man y'all niggas f--gs
I don't care bout' what they gotta say, I do this for my dad
White lil bitch she pull up to the trap, she said I'm hella rad
Boy, yall niggas get on yo period, think y'all need a pad, bitch

Aye, oh what the fuck they talkin' bout
I ain't had my pops or my og's still tryna thug it out
Crazy thoughts inside my head
This shit it got me buggin out
Did this by myself, ain't need no help, so what y'all fussin bout
And yo bitch she pull up to the crib she quick to buss it down
Let a nigga, move a muscle in this bitch, it's going down
On yo block, im tryna baptize some shit, tryna watch em drown
Like a dog, bitch I'm in the field for real, I'm like a hound
And yo lil bitch, she a fan, she on the gram, can't get no follow-back
She don't wanna swallow pride, but dick, that bitch gone swallow that
Man I hate a bitch that be like "Where the bottle at?"
Try to slide, with that lil 9' I'm throwing hollows back
Man fuck trump I want obama back
Told the bitch, I arch her back, I'm finna make her c*m
Pull up to y'all block, y'all niggas ran from me like temple run
Yo bitch on my dick, she did a dance, I threw a boogie bomb
Threw a boogie bomb inside her pussy, now her pussy numb
Make a nigga do the tootsie roll, with this 50 drum

(Aye, a summa night can't even turn old)
(Whatever the fuck he said)



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Writer(s): Glory Romani
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