"Summer On Riata" lyrics
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (He said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Real beef, I can't let him cop out
I'm tryna knock a top out, and I ain't take the cop route
They ask me who is who and what we do, I told 'em I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Dementia, bring the chalk out
Old mans can barely walk now
I pull up to your spot and told her walk out
I'm wavin' with my cock out
Them mansions, give up cot now
No lackin', fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I got it in the car now
A 50 take an ox out
Still ballin' in the lockout
I'm gettin' it in the box now
Just pull up with the guap now
They go eighteen a pop now
I'll front you what you cop now
I'm gettin' it out the pot now
I'm waitin' on it to lock now
I'm cuttin' it in the block now
I been done locked my block down
Sneak dissin' get you shot now
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (Said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (He said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Real beef, I can't let him cop out
I'm tryna knock a top out, and I ain't take the cop route
They ask me who is who and what we do, I told 'em I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Dementia, bring the chalk out
Old mans can barely walk now
I pull up to your spot and told her walk out
I'm wavin' with my cock out
Them mansions, give up cot now
No lackin', fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I got it in the car now
A 50 take an ox out
Still ballin' in the lockout
I'm gettin' it in the box now
Just pull up with the guap now
They go eighteen a pop now
I'll front you what you cop now
I'm gettin' it out the pot now
I'm waitin' on it to lock now
I'm cuttin' it in the block now
I been done locked my block down
Sneak dissin' get you shot now
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (Said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Writer(s): Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr., George A. Stone Iii
