[Intro]
(Tango on the beat)
[Verse 1: Summrs]
Let me see if this fuck nigga really on that
Let me see if my bro texting on that lame, yeah
Let me see, let me see if this Hellcat really go fast
Let me see, let me see if they got new Lang at Saks, yeah
Let me see, let me see 'cause I might just blow a bag
Let me see, let me see 'cause I might just spend that cash
Smoking on one of a kind on that Gelat
And excuse me, I don't really mean to brag
I buy some, I don't look at thе tags
I'm with my white boys they rad
I'm up in England kicking shit with my lad
I walk in the mall thеn walk out with 5 bags
Expensive drip, this expensive swag
Z-series, that hoe on blatt
Foreign hoe, yeah, my bitch so bad
But she don't got no ass
Yeah, I just might blow a bag on that
Pressing that boy make that boy out sad
I'm so cozy riding in first class
I'm with some Double G's on a lil' ass mat
Spent some bands on a new 'clair
She said could she play with my hair
I'm with Gianni, man, that boy playing with the fucking snares
Talking down on me you gon' fwew, in the air
Yeah
That bitch is scared
In a new Lambo I'm in that bitch like the mayor
Higher than a baseball bat like a MLB player
Stacking that K right there, man, I got 'bout 7-8 layers
[Verse 2: ATL Smook]
Say you got guns and shooters everywhere
Let me see, put some shots in the air
So much sauce, don't know what to wear
Walked in the mall and bought every pair
Ice on my body, think I need a Moncler
She see my neck and you know she gon' stare
[?] headed straight to the top like a stair
She know I'm lit, just like a flare
Gun on me, feel like Max Payne
Goin' out sad, oh no way
While I'm goin' fast, got no brakes
Headed to the club, [?]
Big Backwood gettin' smoked to the face
Designer frames, I can't see the hate
These niggas lame, don't ride with the gang
VVS chains, look how I hang
(Tango on the beat)
[Verse 1: Summrs]
Let me see if this fuck nigga really on that
Let me see if my bro texting on that lame, yeah
Let me see, let me see if this Hellcat really go fast
Let me see, let me see if they got new Lang at Saks, yeah
Let me see, let me see 'cause I might just blow a bag
Let me see, let me see 'cause I might just spend that cash
Smoking on one of a kind on that Gelat
And excuse me, I don't really mean to brag
I buy some, I don't look at thе tags
I'm with my white boys they rad
I'm up in England kicking shit with my lad
I walk in the mall thеn walk out with 5 bags
Expensive drip, this expensive swag
Z-series, that hoe on blatt
Foreign hoe, yeah, my bitch so bad
But she don't got no ass
Yeah, I just might blow a bag on that
Pressing that boy make that boy out sad
I'm so cozy riding in first class
I'm with some Double G's on a lil' ass mat
Spent some bands on a new 'clair
She said could she play with my hair
I'm with Gianni, man, that boy playing with the fucking snares
Talking down on me you gon' fwew, in the air
Yeah
That bitch is scared
In a new Lambo I'm in that bitch like the mayor
Higher than a baseball bat like a MLB player
Stacking that K right there, man, I got 'bout 7-8 layers
[Verse 2: ATL Smook]
Say you got guns and shooters everywhere
Let me see, put some shots in the air
So much sauce, don't know what to wear
Walked in the mall and bought every pair
Ice on my body, think I need a Moncler
She see my neck and you know she gon' stare
[?] headed straight to the top like a stair
She know I'm lit, just like a flare
Gun on me, feel like Max Payne
Goin' out sad, oh no way
While I'm goin' fast, got no brakes
Headed to the club, [?]
Big Backwood gettin' smoked to the face
Designer frames, I can't see the hate
These niggas lame, don't ride with the gang
VVS chains, look how I hang
( Summrs )
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