Summrs - Lotto! lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Lotto! lyrics]
I love you Balmain
Aye, and I got a TIKI on me
If these niggas wanna see me
I be smokin' on tree tree
When I’m smokin' on 3D
Chop- choppa click clack, burn a nigga up
Just like a CD
And my diamonds on piss mode
Look like they pee
Pee
If a nigga want a verse, then
He gotta pay a fee
Fee
If a nigga want a hip, then
It's gon’ be a fee
Fee
And these Gucci slippers, right on my feet
Feet
If a nigga say, "It's up"
Then It's goin' down
(Whew)
Put a red beam on his nose
Just like he a clown
Suppressor, on that 30 Glock
It won't make a sound
And my bitch pussy so wet
It feel like I'm finna drown
Call up Autumn, he be pourin' up that lean
Call up Deuce
He got that Glocky wit' a beam
If a nigga try us
We gon’ put him on the scene
Bitch just text me, I’ma leave her on read
I'ma fuck her tomorrow, I’ma fuck her today
I used to have a lot of friends
But they turned into snakes
I used to have a dime bitch
But she turned out gay
But, when I ran them racks up
She was tryna fuck on me
How the fuck that go?
I be movin' wit' the pole
Lil huncho in the back
And he totin' on that pole
And my diamonds moonwalk, and this
30 on go, go
Go
I just got some lean and
I’m finna pour, pour
Pour
RIP fredo, but I can't stop bro
Niggas stealin' swag
Like they can't stop bro
Hell nah, this ain't mid, this some Gelato
And I walk in this bitch
Like I hit the Lotto'
And I walk in this bitch, like I
Hit the Lotto', yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy
And I walk in this bitch
Like I hit the Lotto'
Aye, and I got a TIKI on me
If these niggas wanna see me
I be smokin' on tree tree
When I’m smokin' on 3D
Chop- choppa click clack, burn a nigga up
Just like a CD
And my diamonds on piss mode
Look like they pee
Pee
If a nigga want a verse, then
He gotta pay a fee
Fee
If a nigga want a hip, then
It's gon’ be a fee
Fee
And these Gucci slippers, right on my feet
Feet
If a nigga say, "It's up"
Then It's goin' down
(Whew)
Put a red beam on his nose
Just like he a clown
Suppressor, on that 30 Glock
It won't make a sound
And my bitch pussy so wet
It feel like I'm finna drown
Call up Autumn, he be pourin' up that lean
Call up Deuce
He got that Glocky wit' a beam
If a nigga try us
We gon’ put him on the scene
Bitch just text me, I’ma leave her on read
I'ma fuck her tomorrow, I’ma fuck her today
I used to have a lot of friends
But they turned into snakes
I used to have a dime bitch
But she turned out gay
But, when I ran them racks up
She was tryna fuck on me
How the fuck that go?
I be movin' wit' the pole
Lil huncho in the back
And he totin' on that pole
And my diamonds moonwalk, and this
30 on go, go
Go
I just got some lean and
I’m finna pour, pour
Pour
RIP fredo, but I can't stop bro
Niggas stealin' swag
Like they can't stop bro
Hell nah, this ain't mid, this some Gelato
And I walk in this bitch
Like I hit the Lotto'
And I walk in this bitch, like I
Hit the Lotto', yeah, ayy, yeah
Ayy
And I walk in this bitch
Like I hit the Lotto'