[Intro: Summrs]

Brr, double R, bird business, huh, yeah (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Verse 1: Summrs]

Bitch, if I give you ten, go zip that nigga, go flip that nigga

If you don't kill him, nigga, I'ma split you, nigga, it's been real, nigga

Look at my fucking wrist, that bitch so motherfucking icy

And I don't check the price, I buy it if it's nice

I'm clutching some shit so fucking big it'll end your life

Nigga, clutching a fucking Sig, you need to end his life

We don't fuck with no fucking pigs, all my niggas shiesty

All my niggas so fucking slime, it get real slimy

Tryna keep up with my life, it get real pricy

Yeah, hang out the roof, nothing to do

Know all my niggas gon' shoot, yeah

Do it to you, do it to him

Fuck that nigga, his crew

Bitch, I'm gone off blues

Look at my fit, cost as much as juice

Hey, we loose screws

Pop my shit, I pop my shit on you

Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, fuck the cam'

So rich, I could buy a Lamb'

Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera

Put that shit on camera

Hitting his bitch with stamina

I don't give a fuck 'bout nobody kill my manager

Need anger management

This bitch a fan and shit

She don't eat dick? I'm vanishing

Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm gone

In my fucking zone, nigga, what you on?

I'm putting my shit on

These sticks, these sticks, they break that nigga bone

I don't rock Vlone, bitch, I'm alone

Come in my fucking home, I'ma get your shit gone

Lil'-ass boy, bitch-ass nigga, I'm grown

Yeah, Rino Stallone

Hitting this bitch from the back while she giving me dome

Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone

Know you can hear it in this song

Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe

Pouring codeine in the Sprite, fuck the hype

Bitch, I'm very hype

[Verse 2: Desire]

Double R, ayy

We sipping drank in the stars

Seen us in a foreign car

My nigga Sosa locked up in the bars

Bitch who is you?

Tryna knock off his head, that's a coupe

Sipping on juice, I be nodding off up in the booth

Lil' bro, you a fool, how you dissing but don't got a tool?

This bitch go blatt, better not drop that verse, we don't play like that

Got the Drac' and the gat

Lame-ass nigga stay talking about us in they texts

My diamonds colder

Hollows hit him in his shoulder

I stay riding with my poker

One in the head, come and play, it's over

I got hit up in my leg but I stand tall, I'm a real soldier

Get him and him

All my niggas in the gym

He smoking stems

Bitch, I'm higher than the rim

Oxy' got me like a Sim

She know I'm him

My bitch know what's up

She tryna hit my cup

They tryna beef with us

But we don't fuss

Take they Glock and buss

All my niggas in the field ready

All my niggas on the drill ready

223s in the old Chevy

We be toting on the Glock steady