Desire (Rapper), Summrs - RR lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Desire Rapper, Summrs - RR lyrics]
Brr, double R, bird business, huh, yeah
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
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 nothing
'bout to 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
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
(Damn, Trgc made that?)
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 nothing
'bout to 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
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