"Summer Walker" lyrics
A.P. on me, bust crazy
I got on four chains
Put the chopper on a nigga face, he look like Rocaine
Buffs look like cocaine
Omiri on my [?] D.N. D. my ho phone
Working, I don't want no calls
Bad bitch fetish, a pocket full of lettace
My bag touch down on the [?]
My swag come from Paris, my shoes come from Italy
Niggas really think they fucking with me, must be kidding me
Got the scat pack for the culture, I'm [?]
My bitch bad as hell, but she crazy, Summer Walker
I look like a Louis manaquin, [?] diamonds look like water
No ceiling on the whip, I'm the new Dwayne Carter
I got two phones, and they both slapping for two different reasons
I'm like the freshest nigga in the game, every season
If I don't hold my breath, I'm the realest nigga breathing
Praying with my gloves on, tryna fight my demons
I'm a Louis heathen, I'm a Dior demon
I'm eating, my pockets growing like I feed them
I don't want no handouts from niggas, I don't need them
All my bitches love it here, 'cause I teach them
When you talking to me, look me in my eye
I'm tryna make a hundred [?] before I die
I seen my first two fifty, made me cry
They say I'm hot as hell, I be riding with my fire
I don't talk to niggas, I don't trust them, not because I'm shy
I take the lessons God give me to the chin, nigga, I don't never ask him why
New scat packs, lamb chops, I love going fast
Just in case I see an opp nigga in traffic, I get on his ass
On the side street doing two hundred, I don't ever crash
My mama say she worried 'bout me, I keep putting on my mask
Thirty thousand on the cuban, I ain't have to hit my stash
Twenty thousand on the diamond link, I take pics, no flash
I came home, I ain't ask for shit, I got my hustle on
I just counted out a half ticket, hurt my funny bone
Everytime they hear hah, Skilla dropped another song
We gon' spin the block, everytime a nigga rub me wrong
Deal with business on this one, my bitches call my other phone
Put some money on a nigga top, yop, they gon' bust his [?]
His family looking for him, na, nuh uh, he ain't coming home
Rocaine, this bitch hard
I got on four chains
Put the chopper on a nigga face, he look like Rocaine
Buffs look like cocaine
Omiri on my [?] D.N. D. my ho phone
Working, I don't want no calls
Bad bitch fetish, a pocket full of lettace
My bag touch down on the [?]
My swag come from Paris, my shoes come from Italy
Niggas really think they fucking with me, must be kidding me
Got the scat pack for the culture, I'm [?]
My bitch bad as hell, but she crazy, Summer Walker
I look like a Louis manaquin, [?] diamonds look like water
No ceiling on the whip, I'm the new Dwayne Carter
I got two phones, and they both slapping for two different reasons
I'm like the freshest nigga in the game, every season
If I don't hold my breath, I'm the realest nigga breathing
Praying with my gloves on, tryna fight my demons
I'm a Louis heathen, I'm a Dior demon
I'm eating, my pockets growing like I feed them
I don't want no handouts from niggas, I don't need them
All my bitches love it here, 'cause I teach them
When you talking to me, look me in my eye
I'm tryna make a hundred [?] before I die
I seen my first two fifty, made me cry
They say I'm hot as hell, I be riding with my fire
I don't talk to niggas, I don't trust them, not because I'm shy
I take the lessons God give me to the chin, nigga, I don't never ask him why
New scat packs, lamb chops, I love going fast
Just in case I see an opp nigga in traffic, I get on his ass
On the side street doing two hundred, I don't ever crash
My mama say she worried 'bout me, I keep putting on my mask
Thirty thousand on the cuban, I ain't have to hit my stash
Twenty thousand on the diamond link, I take pics, no flash
I came home, I ain't ask for shit, I got my hustle on
I just counted out a half ticket, hurt my funny bone
Everytime they hear hah, Skilla dropped another song
We gon' spin the block, everytime a nigga rub me wrong
Deal with business on this one, my bitches call my other phone
Put some money on a nigga top, yop, they gon' bust his [?]
His family looking for him, na, nuh uh, he ain't coming home
Rocaine, this bitch hard
