Bloody Summer
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Mama, stop playing Megan Thee Stallion
I go by the super
Uh, uh
This shit ridin' around in the trap
Uh, uh
They know whenever we pop out, this geek shit ridin' in the trap
Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she
Tryna eat dick, throw that ass back
Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop
Out, it's a switch on the back, go frrat
Fuck in the hood, bitch, she got me clutchin'
Whenever I stroke, she screamin' out, "Blatt"
Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see
Niggas we don't like, we squeezin' the button
Opps better drop alone, they know we
Won't hesitate to come drop a hundred
Call up lil' man, he havin' half from college state, nigga, on my mama
What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin'
, It's that Drac', your blood is on me
Opps make a diss, can't never show
Me a blue, it's time to get his four
Like five niggas died for beepin' over bitches, kill the messy hoes
Bro don't say they on that 'bout lil' big, but free lil' messy though
Go and start, we droppin' shots all on your
Kin, nigga, make sure they ass at home
Keeta pull up in a Mopar
Nigga still ridin' in that ho car
Why they call your baby drunk? I keep a thousand dollar soda
Pull up tryna bust the motor
Fuck I'm gon' do with the rest?
Spend it on some tennis shoes
They roll up like cotton candy
Ain't got nothin' but pink and blues
Fuck her right here on the island
We ain't gotta take a cruise
Every nigga 'round me came through lit
She don't know who to choose
Nigga can't even find a pint
Yeah, we'll buy a bottle of juice
Get it like it grow on trees
Niggas ain't got nothin' but sweets
Fresh as fuck like Easter Sunday
Might not even take a pic
Piss me off, might drop the number
Make it hard to sell a nick
I'm a player, not a payer
Don't just use me for a trick
They know whenever we pop out, this geek shit ridin' in the trap
Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she
Tryna eat dick, throw that ass back
Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop
Out, it's a switch on the back, go frrat
Fuck in the hood, bitch, she got me clutchin'
Whenever I stroke, she screamin' out, "Blatt"
Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see
Niggas we don't like, we squeezin' the button
Opps better drop alone, they know we
Won't hesitate to come drop a hundred
Call up lil' man, he havin' half from college state, nigga, on my mama
What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin'
, It's that Drac', your blood is on me