Summrs - Soulja Rag lyrics
Summrs [Deante Adam Johnson] Lafayette, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Summrs - Soulja Rag lyrics]
Yeah (Ayy yo, that's Nick)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You pop fake pills, who sold you that?
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that?
Doing my dance with my soulja rag
All my niggas got gang flags
We tryna get his whole gang whacked
I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the
Trackhawk got red seats
Fuck a nigga if it ain't me
I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep
When I look you up in your eyes
I see a reflection of me
Yeah
And that's how it's supposed to be
I was too gone off a tree
And ain't nobody higher than me
She was too gone off the E and
Started touching all up on me
In the passenger seat clutching on my G-43
It wouldn't be none of these niggas
If it wasn't for me
I was too high off the lean
Feel like these drugs controlling me
Two-steppin' in my Soulja Rees and my
Chain cost a couple keys
I hop on these motherfucking beats and
Get to singing like Alicia Keys
If she ain't let me beat cheeks
Bitch better pass me my fucking keys
I'm pushing this motherfucking Jeep like
I got somewhere to be
Like I got somewhere to be
Went the fuck off on this beat
And sipped on some lean
Bitch, don't get too close to me
Amiri my jeans, got no crease
I'm with lil' Kan up in his SRT
He just got this bitch tuned
I'm on Roxis, shoutout Tune
I miss being in the O with my nigga Goon
Know that I'ma blow soon
Tryna come back in my
Life, lil' bitch, well
You is doomed
I'ma give these niggas hell
Waving my soulja rag all up in the air
Long hair, don't care, if I'm sipping
It is coming off the top shelf
All dubs, no Ls, moving slow
Like a snail, it's clean
You could smell
These pockets need a repair
My name ring a bell
Gang everywhere, play chess on my belt
LV everywhere, it is my smell
Anything I do with you, bitch
Don't take it to the 'Gram
Hahaha, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
You pop fake pills, who sold you that?
(Sold you that)
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that?
(Told you that)
Doing my dance with my soulja rag
(Soulja rag)
All my niggas got gang flags (Gang flags)
We tryna get his whole gang whacked
(Gang whacked)
I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the
Trackhawk got red seats
(Seats)
Fuck a nigga if it ain't me
I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep
(Deep)
When I look you up in your eyes
I see a reflection of me
Yeah
(Me)
And that's how it's supposed to be
Woah, woah, woah, woah
You pop fake pills, who sold you that?
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that?
Doing my dance with my soulja rag
All my niggas got gang flags
We tryna get his whole gang whacked
I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the
Trackhawk got red seats
Fuck a nigga if it ain't me
I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep
When I look you up in your eyes
I see a reflection of me
Yeah
And that's how it's supposed to be
I was too gone off a tree
And ain't nobody higher than me
She was too gone off the E and
Started touching all up on me
In the passenger seat clutching on my G-43
It wouldn't be none of these niggas
If it wasn't for me
I was too high off the lean
Feel like these drugs controlling me
Two-steppin' in my Soulja Rees and my
Chain cost a couple keys
I hop on these motherfucking beats and
Get to singing like Alicia Keys
If she ain't let me beat cheeks
Bitch better pass me my fucking keys
I'm pushing this motherfucking Jeep like
I got somewhere to be
Like I got somewhere to be
Went the fuck off on this beat
And sipped on some lean
Bitch, don't get too close to me
Amiri my jeans, got no crease
I'm with lil' Kan up in his SRT
He just got this bitch tuned
I'm on Roxis, shoutout Tune
I miss being in the O with my nigga Goon
Know that I'ma blow soon
Tryna come back in my
Life, lil' bitch, well
You is doomed
I'ma give these niggas hell
Waving my soulja rag all up in the air
Long hair, don't care, if I'm sipping
It is coming off the top shelf
All dubs, no Ls, moving slow
Like a snail, it's clean
You could smell
These pockets need a repair
My name ring a bell
Gang everywhere, play chess on my belt
LV everywhere, it is my smell
Anything I do with you, bitch
Don't take it to the 'Gram
Hahaha, yeah (Woah, woah, woah)
You pop fake pills, who sold you that?
(Sold you that)
I ain't getting no bread? Who told you that?
(Told you that)
Doing my dance with my soulja rag
(Soulja rag)
All my niggas got gang flags (Gang flags)
We tryna get his whole gang whacked
(Gang whacked)
I'm talking turn them boys to a pack
Fully loaded ARP and the
Trackhawk got red seats
(Seats)
Fuck a nigga if it ain't me
I'm stuck in the drugs way too deep
(Deep)
When I look you up in your eyes
I see a reflection of me
Yeah
(Me)
And that's how it's supposed to be