Summrs - Oxycodone lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Oxycodone lyrics]
Heard you got the racks, lets plot‚ whoah
She finna push my spot‚ yeah
Amiri‚ Amiri
The holster on my Amiri will hold my Glock
We ain't finna play no games
Ma' goddamn cousin will come
At ya block‚ yeah
(yeah, pop his ass)
In the stage with me or not, whoah
We in a sport mode sippin' on
The red‚ at a red light
We ain't gonna stop
I ain't finna play with this nigga
If i tell
My nigga "shoot" he gone
Shoot at them opps
Yeah
I ain't finna play with this bitch
I ain't texting all day
Are you gon feel me or not? Yeah
Hunnid rounds in the K
Lil nigga, we ain't toting
No motherfucking props
Yeah
Off of that oxy, ok, yeah, I'm
Feeling good, my heart finna stop
Yeah
Lil' Kan play with the beat, man, somebody
Tell that lil' boy to stop
Yeah
Lil' Saint with the GD's, ain't nun
To get yo' lil' dumbass popped
Yeah
Oxy' going in my vessels
This bitch got a bitch
She thinking she special
Yeah
Glock 9, I ain't finna wrestle
I'm rocking Chrome Hearts
Lil' bustdown bezel
Yeah
Off of dem perc' last night
Had a dream that I made a
Deal with the damn devil
Yeah
Real runner, nigga, you is not real runner
You is not my goddamn level
Hollow tips at his temple
I'm off that lean walking like a cripple
Yeah
Niggas love to copy me, love to
Copy me, they love to resemble
Yeah
We in the Honda talkin', busting bands
Out, all my niggas civil
Yeah
Anarchy symbol tatted on my chest
Like a motherfucking emblem
Stop trying to be me, nigga, it's simple
Yeah
Red dot on his forehead, from a
Distance it look like a pimple
Yeah
Lil' Rino, baby, I'm drawing a blueprint
Where the fuck a pencil? Yeah
You just sucked my nigga up
What the fuck makes you think I'ma kiss you?
She finna push my spot‚ yeah
Amiri‚ Amiri
The holster on my Amiri will hold my Glock
We ain't finna play no games
Ma' goddamn cousin will come
At ya block‚ yeah
(yeah, pop his ass)
In the stage with me or not, whoah
We in a sport mode sippin' on
The red‚ at a red light
We ain't gonna stop
I ain't finna play with this nigga
If i tell
My nigga "shoot" he gone
Shoot at them opps
Yeah
I ain't finna play with this bitch
I ain't texting all day
Are you gon feel me or not? Yeah
Hunnid rounds in the K
Lil nigga, we ain't toting
No motherfucking props
Yeah
Off of that oxy, ok, yeah, I'm
Feeling good, my heart finna stop
Yeah
Lil' Kan play with the beat, man, somebody
Tell that lil' boy to stop
Yeah
Lil' Saint with the GD's, ain't nun
To get yo' lil' dumbass popped
Yeah
Oxy' going in my vessels
This bitch got a bitch
She thinking she special
Yeah
Glock 9, I ain't finna wrestle
I'm rocking Chrome Hearts
Lil' bustdown bezel
Yeah
Off of dem perc' last night
Had a dream that I made a
Deal with the damn devil
Yeah
Real runner, nigga, you is not real runner
You is not my goddamn level
Hollow tips at his temple
I'm off that lean walking like a cripple
Yeah
Niggas love to copy me, love to
Copy me, they love to resemble
Yeah
We in the Honda talkin', busting bands
Out, all my niggas civil
Yeah
Anarchy symbol tatted on my chest
Like a motherfucking emblem
Stop trying to be me, nigga, it's simple
Yeah
Red dot on his forehead, from a
Distance it look like a pimple
Yeah
Lil' Rino, baby, I'm drawing a blueprint
Where the fuck a pencil? Yeah
You just sucked my nigga up
What the fuck makes you think I'ma kiss you?