[Verse 1: Summrs]

Pockets they be on sumo

Lil nigga I already know

Riding 'round smoking on dro

Pulling up in a X4

I'm pulling they card like I'm playing UNO

I'm jugging on them and she taking photos

I'm finna sign a deal for couple racks

Couple racks I'ma make that shit back

Stupid remarks get your lil ass wacked

I'm in New York, where my niggas at?

Dumb ass nigga done fumbled the pack

We taking his shit he ain't getting back

Just took a xan I ain't going back

I'm the reason your favorite rapper mad

Go, woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 2]

Pockets they be on sumo

Lil nigga I already know

Riding 'round with a .44

Pressing lil niggas like a damn remote

I got the keys, yeah, I got the code

And them drugs put me in my mode

I'm in a Telsa riding on the highway

She gon do it my way

Top engine, boy, you don't wanna race

Look at my season just beat the case

I'm high as fuck stuck like I'm in a vase

Niggas think it's safe he ain't even touch base

Thirty clip, nigga, shoot a nigga in his face

D1 gang shoot a nigga in they face

It's Lil Rino, bitch, you gotta embrace

Came up 'cause a nigga had fate

In just a day, guess what I made?

Your whole paycheck, that's what I make

Gucci belt on it and it got snakes

I'm driving the Beam like it was a Wraith

[Verse 2: Kankan]

Hop in a coupe, bad bitch that's a two-door

Cali gas and it got me on Pluto

Pockets fat and them bitches on sumo

Adding it up I was never in school though

She loving this hoe, yeah, boy, he a fool though

Flexed up like a damn competition

D1, send them boys on a mission

All that damn shooting that Glock he ain't missing

Yeah, yeah, yeah, bltt

Got his hoe in the kitchen like right now

You ain't shooting that Glock, boy, better pipe down

Get to bussing that bitch and now I'm out of sound

I'm in LA [?] he got the pound

I get high, yeah, just like a fucking fountain

Look at my wrist, that bitch like a fucking fountain

His bitch on my dick, she be bouncing

Alto on the beat, this is bouncy

Don't do the beef, we get in houses

Number (N)ine on my damn trousers

Pop out the cut shoot the crowd up

Helmut Lang with the Cloud Bust's

Big body like a damn bus

She want to fuck 'cause we clouted up