Summrs - Poetry lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Poetry lyrics]
Whole lotta' racks on me at the moment
Beee
Beee
L-L-L-L-Leesta
Sky is my hero
Woahhh woah, woah
Damn near feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah
(yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you
You is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater, it's Stoney
She speaking in cursive my bitch write poetry
Them diamonds hit when I hop out
You notice me
I fucked the baddest bitch shit she
Used to ain't notice me
Neon kicks , they glowing
A-C-O-G scope, let's blow it
That nigga ain't bout that shit
That nigga trolling
Driving a new coupe and it's stolen
Put some racks on your head
Now you can't focus
Shit's so surreal, yeah
Blowing a bag with no deal, woah
Sippin on tussin' I'm chill, yeah
Like fuck all my exes for real, yeah
Oxycontin in love with them pills
I ain't sipping that shit that ain't sealed
My niggas shootin' so crazy, Shawn Marion
Oh, you talking bout' bands? Then carry on
I'm smoking on loud that clarion
Who the fuck is these guys, oblivion
Smoke in that shit American
Percocet took me to the stars like alien
Diamonds they wet than aquarium
I love these racks think
I'm finna marry em'
Count up the racks like every day, yeah
Five-star restaurants every day
She cut me off I ain't like her anyway
I was gonna break that
Bitch heart yeah anyway
I pick the racks over you yeah any day
Take that lil' bitch to
Celine on her birthday
I'm smoking on green like
It's fucking Earth Day
I just take this perc it got me OK
Damn it feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah
(yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you
You is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater it's Stoney
Beee
Beee
L-L-L-L-Leesta
Sky is my hero
Woahhh woah, woah
Damn near feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah
(yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you
You is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater, it's Stoney
She speaking in cursive my bitch write poetry
Them diamonds hit when I hop out
You notice me
I fucked the baddest bitch shit she
Used to ain't notice me
Neon kicks , they glowing
A-C-O-G scope, let's blow it
That nigga ain't bout that shit
That nigga trolling
Driving a new coupe and it's stolen
Put some racks on your head
Now you can't focus
Shit's so surreal, yeah
Blowing a bag with no deal, woah
Sippin on tussin' I'm chill, yeah
Like fuck all my exes for real, yeah
Oxycontin in love with them pills
I ain't sipping that shit that ain't sealed
My niggas shootin' so crazy, Shawn Marion
Oh, you talking bout' bands? Then carry on
I'm smoking on loud that clarion
Who the fuck is these guys, oblivion
Smoke in that shit American
Percocet took me to the stars like alien
Diamonds they wet than aquarium
I love these racks think
I'm finna marry em'
Count up the racks like every day, yeah
Five-star restaurants every day
She cut me off I ain't like her anyway
I was gonna break that
Bitch heart yeah anyway
I pick the racks over you yeah any day
Take that lil' bitch to
Celine on her birthday
I'm smoking on green like
It's fucking Earth Day
I just take this perc it got me OK
Damn it feel like I hit the lotto
Run them bands up till I get colossal
Hop in the G63 with my vatos, yeah yeah
(yeah yeah)
Say he got drugs then push up on me
I ain't finna kick it with you
You is not my homie
Expensive fabrics on my sweater it's Stoney