Summrs - Photos lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Photos lyrics]
Ginseng
Summrs, haha
As soon as she hop in the fuckin' four door
She wanna take a photo
And show her bestfriend
But that's a no no
When you ridin' with me
Keep it on the low-low
'Cause I can't trust a soul
Soul, no, no, oh
Oh
She say she want a bag
She say she wanna hop in the car
It's very fast
Very, very fast
Hop right up in the McLaren, come in first
You come in last
F&N with scope, yeah
You know that I'ma blast
Said she wanna make a movie, baby girl
What's up?
Baby, come and screw me, know you wanna do me
That other nigga gay, yeah
That other nigga fruity
When you with him, you smoke
Grams, when you with me
We smoke QP's
Baby girl, you know you a cutie
Cutie with a booty
He all cap, yeah, that nigga cannot fool me
I smoke gas, the gelato, yeah, the cookie
Yeah
Baby, go ahead and book me
I smoke jetlag, I need that check fast
Boy, you goin' out sad with your broke ass
I'm fuckin' your bitch so slow
She gave me slow ass
In a fuckin' coupe and it go fast
Get that check fast, I'm in a Hellcat
Yeah, go and tell that
Smokin' yo' damn mid pack
Bitch wanna fuck, know I'm in it
Bro, come try your luck
This bitch got kick back
So much kick on this bitch
Blow your shit back
Boy, you smokin' on that shit pack
Ayy, yeah, I'm smokin' on that gas pack
As soon as she hop in the fuckin' four door
She wanna take a photo
And show her bestfriend
But that's a no no
When you ridin' with me
Keep it on the low-low
'Cause I can't trust a soul
Soul, no, no, oh
Oh
Summrs, haha
As soon as she hop in the fuckin' four door
She wanna take a photo
And show her bestfriend
But that's a no no
When you ridin' with me
Keep it on the low-low
'Cause I can't trust a soul
Soul, no, no, oh
Oh
She say she want a bag
She say she wanna hop in the car
It's very fast
Very, very fast
Hop right up in the McLaren, come in first
You come in last
F&N with scope, yeah
You know that I'ma blast
Said she wanna make a movie, baby girl
What's up?
Baby, come and screw me, know you wanna do me
That other nigga gay, yeah
That other nigga fruity
When you with him, you smoke
Grams, when you with me
We smoke QP's
Baby girl, you know you a cutie
Cutie with a booty
He all cap, yeah, that nigga cannot fool me
I smoke gas, the gelato, yeah, the cookie
Yeah
Baby, go ahead and book me
I smoke jetlag, I need that check fast
Boy, you goin' out sad with your broke ass
I'm fuckin' your bitch so slow
She gave me slow ass
In a fuckin' coupe and it go fast
Get that check fast, I'm in a Hellcat
Yeah, go and tell that
Smokin' yo' damn mid pack
Bitch wanna fuck, know I'm in it
Bro, come try your luck
This bitch got kick back
So much kick on this bitch
Blow your shit back
Boy, you smokin' on that shit pack
Ayy, yeah, I'm smokin' on that gas pack
As soon as she hop in the fuckin' four door
She wanna take a photo
And show her bestfriend
But that's a no no
When you ridin' with me
Keep it on the low-low
'Cause I can't trust a soul
Soul, no, no, oh
Oh