[Intro: Summrs]
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane (Damn, Trgc made that?)
Bitch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my niggas is up, all of my niggas we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around nun' of these niggas, I know these niggas hoes, they fake
Fuck these bitches, they switch up in yo' face
Count up, fifty piece right up in yo' lil' face
[Verse 1: Summrs]
I fly with the birds, one two sixty for this syrup
Bitch, fuck is you heard?
Feel like I'm highest on the earth
Hit yo' ass where it hurt
I just turned an AMG to a Vert'
And now I'm mad as fuck 'cause I just spilled Wock' all on my shirt
Niggas be some hoes up in the skies
And they wonder why niggas don't fuck with them
I'm rich, no job
Bitch, I never flop
Look at yo' ass, you lacking and your ass got got
All my diamonds rocks
Pulled up in Bentley truck right off the lot
[Verse 2: Desire]
We sip drank a lot
Three ounce spilled in my Wock'
I said "I'll text that bitch in a day", I was too high, I forgot
I was with lil' Sosa, we in the QA, took that bitch right up the lot
I'm in the H when I slide with lil' Jace, swerve with a brand new Glock
G-21 on my hip, that bitch got a red dot
He walkin' around with a chain, watch how he get got
[?], it's ready to bite, sendin' a headshot
What you gon' do when them niggas pull up in the line, because that's when it's on sight
Diamonds, they shinin' in the dark, them bitches be so bright
Nigga, I really don't care who you are, I'm livin' a fast life
I'm in the back of the seat with the stars, livin' a rich life
And shoutout my nigga lil' E, he livin' that trap life
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a jet
Fuck you pussy bitch, I'm dyin' about my respect
Drop, drop, drop, bitch I need Oxy, I'm so sick
Like, how the fuck you pay ten for a fit?
Bitch, I need all my meds, I need a fix, yeah, yeah
She fuckin' lil' Rino, she know she hit
All my niggas addicts, all my niggas rich as shit
We all gon' die anyways, so we might as well do it quick, yeah
Really rich and twizzy rich, them all my guys, we rich
We don't pop none of dem boys, we left L.A., go park that shit
And I don't gotta' watch the game, bitch, the Rockets in front my crib
Bitch, we will tell you to sell some gas and give all my niggas sone zips
[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane
Bitch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my niggas is up, all of my niggas we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around nun' of these niggas, I know these niggas hoes, they fake
Fuck these bitches, they switch up in yo' face
Count up, fifty piece right up in yo' lil' face
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane (Damn, Trgc made that?)
Bitch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my niggas is up, all of my niggas we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around nun' of these niggas, I know these niggas hoes, they fake
Fuck these bitches, they switch up in yo' face
Count up, fifty piece right up in yo' lil' face
[Verse 1: Summrs]
I fly with the birds, one two sixty for this syrup
Bitch, fuck is you heard?
Feel like I'm highest on the earth
Hit yo' ass where it hurt
I just turned an AMG to a Vert'
And now I'm mad as fuck 'cause I just spilled Wock' all on my shirt
Niggas be some hoes up in the skies
And they wonder why niggas don't fuck with them
I'm rich, no job
Bitch, I never flop
Look at yo' ass, you lacking and your ass got got
All my diamonds rocks
Pulled up in Bentley truck right off the lot
[Verse 2: Desire]
We sip drank a lot
Three ounce spilled in my Wock'
I said "I'll text that bitch in a day", I was too high, I forgot
I was with lil' Sosa, we in the QA, took that bitch right up the lot
I'm in the H when I slide with lil' Jace, swerve with a brand new Glock
G-21 on my hip, that bitch got a red dot
He walkin' around with a chain, watch how he get got
[?], it's ready to bite, sendin' a headshot
What you gon' do when them niggas pull up in the line, because that's when it's on sight
Diamonds, they shinin' in the dark, them bitches be so bright
Nigga, I really don't care who you are, I'm livin' a fast life
I'm in the back of the seat with the stars, livin' a rich life
And shoutout my nigga lil' E, he livin' that trap life
[Verse 2: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a jet
Fuck you pussy bitch, I'm dyin' about my respect
Drop, drop, drop, bitch I need Oxy, I'm so sick
Like, how the fuck you pay ten for a fit?
Bitch, I need all my meds, I need a fix, yeah, yeah
She fuckin' lil' Rino, she know she hit
All my niggas addicts, all my niggas rich as shit
We all gon' die anyways, so we might as well do it quick, yeah
Really rich and twizzy rich, them all my guys, we rich
We don't pop none of dem boys, we left L.A., go park that shit
And I don't gotta' watch the game, bitch, the Rockets in front my crib
Bitch, we will tell you to sell some gas and give all my niggas sone zips
[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane
Bitch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my niggas is up, all of my niggas we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around nun' of these niggas, I know these niggas hoes, they fake
Fuck these bitches, they switch up in yo' face
Count up, fifty piece right up in yo' lil' face
( Desire (Rapper) )
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