Summrs - My Glo lyrics

It's Yung Bans and y'all better know
I'm fuckin' with Surreal Gang!
Summrs, haha!

Shawty, she diggin' my swag, shawty
She diggin' my glo
We gotta get to that bag
Baby, let's get it
Let's go
Baby, let's get it, let's go, yeah
We gotta get to them rolls
Neiman Marcus, poppin' tags
Niggas still goin' out sad, yeah

Pull up, Beamer M6, 210 on the dash
You talkin' 'bout nonsense if it
Ain't about the cash
Ain't worried about a fuckin' thot
I'm worried about the bag
Hop right up in a Lexus, boy
You goin' out sad, yeah
You stressin'
Stressin' over a bitch
I fucked that lil' bitch up in Texas
She wanna come see how I live
I swear that this shit is a blessin'
She wanna come up to the crib
Come to the crib and just bless me
Baby, let's try somethin' new
I'm tryna fuck you and your bestie
I'm lovin' the way that you talk
Swear that shit is so sexy
I'm holdin' that Glock while I walk
Dare a nigga to come test me
Lil' nigga say he want beef, boy
This bitch could get messy
Yeah, yeah

Shawty, she diggin' my swag, shawty
She diggin' my glo
We gotta get to that bag
Baby, let's get it
Let's go
Baby, let's get it, let's go
Baby, let's get it
Let's go

Lil' nigga, lil' bro, what you wearin'?
Pull up, that bitch, yeah, she starin'
Hop right out the McLaren
My niggas got guns like a terrorist
Bitch, I'm fresh as fuck
I'm runnin' errands
Let's take a trip to Paris
Fell in love with the guap, get me married
You duckin' smoke, lil' boy, you a scary
Look, X5, let's ride all night, you ride
Let's get high, baby, you so fly
I wanna fuck with you my whole life, yeah

Shawty, she diggin' my swag, shawty
She diggin' my glo
We gotta get to that bag
Baby, let's get it
Let's go
Baby, let's get it, let's go, yeah
We gotta get to them rolls
Neiman Marcus, poppin' tags
Niggas still goin' out sad, yeah
Pull up, Beamer M6, 210 on the dash
You talkin' 'bout nonsense if it
Ain't about the cash
Ain't worried about a fuckin' thot
I'm worried about the bag
Hop right up in a Lexus, boy, you