Summrs - ​out da window lyrics

(What do you desire?)
(Bitch, haha)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah

I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My nigga tryna walk down some'
He ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't fuckin' none of us
Then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine
Sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out
My jeans, I'm gon' start firin'
Hoe
I'm with one of these nigga's bitches
In a Porsche 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active? Now
I'm in your city
Boy what you hidin' for?
In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt
But you know
I gotta keep a iron though
Can't see no other niggas fuckin'
With me like I'm blind
Ho
I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My nigga tryna walk down some'
He ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't fuckin' none of us
Then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine
Sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out
My jeans, I'm gon' start firin'
Hoe
I'm with one of these nigga's bitches
In a Porsche 911 slidin' though
(Bitch, haha)

Bitch said that I'm broke, I'm like
"What the fuck is you lyin' for?"
I ain't one of them, I'm really
Him, one of a kind
Hoe
Let that bitch bang, let that bitch sang
I'll let the 9 go
Sippin' purple rain, got my
Cup stained, yeah
That shit fa-shit-sho
We is not the same, we is
Not gang, you ain't really him
No
She only want the fame
She don't want d so I gotta let her go
Get my money, dance on these , yeah

I see you flexin' your bankroll
Okay, he flexin' for them hoes
FN Five-seveN on my hip, I let it go
In a penthouse smokin' dope
She hit my phone every time I'm on the road
My nigga tryna walk down some'
He ain't shootin' out the window
Said she ain't fuckin' none of us
Then what she here for?
I'm sippin' promethazine-codeine
Sippin' on big dope
And if I pull this bitch out
My jeans, I'm gon' start firin'
Hoe
I'm with one of these nigga's bitches
In a Porsche 911 slidin' though
Thought you was gettin' active? Now
I'm in your city
Boy what you hidin' for?
In this bitch with a wrinkled shirt
But you know I gotta keep a iron though
Can't see no other niggas fuckin'
With me like I'm blind
Hoe

Fasho