[Intro: Summrs]

Whoah (Gianni)

Get

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Whoah (ye)

Whoah, ye

Go

Girl, let's get it

Slayworld soldier

Get em gone

Get that nigga gone, whew

Ye

Get that nigga

[Verse 1: Summrs]

Sipping that drink I can’t stand

Lean, lean, lean like I can't stand

Designer'd up, shit you can’t understand

Why that bitch ask 'bout too many bricks

Put the camera's on my face that's too many hands

I'm in VLIVE, nigga, spending too many bands

And your bitch sucked me, you a two minute man

On the flight while I'm high, I don't think I can land

Cartier frame, have me doing my thing

Popping these perc's just to lose my pain

Autopilot in the foreign thing

Watch out hoe, you giving boring brain

The drugs got me ignoring things

Couple vibes on me right now

How I’m supposed to get this bust down?

Rino don’t give a fuck, no

Picasso, I'm painting pictures

Reading this hoe like I’m reading scriptures

My teeth they glistening like a crystal

She on her knees, getting top from a Christian

Aye, Summrino, I'm the new top vixen

My diamonds biting, them bitches they blissing

That nigga talking, he gon end up missing

ACOG scope, nigga, it's hitting

Bullseye on the piece, nigga, it's hitting

I need a tissue, a nigga been shitting

I’m with the troops, and we on a mission

Set him up, wrap his ass, nigga, it's a heist

Fucking his bitch, yeah, I did that twice

Real runner, nigga, Rino Rice

Undercover mask, nigga, we in disguise

He talking shit, put his ass in the sky

Bullets got turbulence, you gon' fly

Wanna be on my side, but is you gon' ride?

'Cause you gon get left, sipping top shelf

Blowing this bitch like a motherfuckin' ref

Too many sons, I need me a neph'

YSL shirt, nigga, I don't rock Neff

I'm a young thug, nigga, feelin' like Jeff

Better tap in before you take a breath

Giving her long dick, I'm out of breath

She got my name tatted on her breast

I'm in the stu', can't take a rest

My pockets blue, this a treasure chest

I need a band to pull up, nothing less

[Verse 2: Autumn!]

I need a band to pull up, nothing less

Hitting top speed in a 720S

Get a nigga gone just like the vets

If you act pussy, then you getting pressed

Do I want to fuck? Bitch, ye

She gave it up, and I wasn't impressed

I'm high as fuck like I'm up in a jet

Most of you niggas don't come off as threats

Designer jeans, these expensive threads

Living my dreams, but I never rest

Look at my team, nigga, we up next

D1 the shit, leave yo' ass a mess

Pull up on a nigga, throw him in a Lex'

I walk up in Neiman's and I blow a cheque

Need to be ejected because I got two TEC's

Lil Rino with me, pouring up the Tech

Arms probably hurt 'cause I'm a walking flex

We smoking your mans, and you could be next

[Outro: Autumn]

Woah

No

Blitt