Letra de Rich N Turnt - Summrs

(Feat. Desire)

I got two sticks on me bitch (CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

I can't let a nigga split my shit

I just turnt up and got rich, yeah

Fell in love with these sticks

You'll never catch me in no Ricks

My wrist lit, Audemars Piguet up on my shit

Two-tone Patek froze, Urus truck swole

And my pockets swole (Double R, Bird Business, brr)

Slidin' in a four-door, I just turnt up on my ex ho

I just bought Kayb a pole, I'm turnt up at his show

I'm like "Motherfuck the PO"

Dicks watchin' us like its HBO

Neck on froze, wrist on froze, H2O

I can't trust no ho

Drop my partner? Ain't how it go (Go)

Got my wrist on froze, rockin' out my show with a dirty pole

And my niggas take watches, actin' like the Grinch, takin' they stones

I'm in love with the Roxy, I can feel thirty mgs through my bones

Double cup filled with toxins, I been eatin' on that good-good teriyaki

I'm finna cook, hibachi

Mike Amiri my jeans, don't do Versace

Bitch, I just dropped a deposit

I'm still the same young nigga, dropped outta college

And, bitch, I just do what I'm 'posed to

Sippin' good-good drank I ain't got a coaster

I'm the one havin' the motion

Big-ass fuckin' rod, it ain't got no holster

Give me my swag back, bitch, you stole it

I got a rod with no fuckin' holster

Drivin' that fast in the Tesla Roadster

This bitch keep askin' me "Just come over"

She want me slangin' dick all on the sofa

I'm rockin Number (N)ine, I don't rock no Gosha

You niggas fakin', these niggas impostors

Free my dawgs out the cut, nigga, free Sosa

Bitch, I got twenty pointers in my choker

Don't let that Draco slump you over

I'm in the stu', I'm focused and I'm loaded

She see my Audemars Piguet, she noticed

I pick that pistol up and get to totin'

I got my millions up, lil' bitch, I'm chosen

I'm in the Maybach, noddin' off, dozin'

I'ma let the K knock a noggin' open

I'm on some presidential shit, but I don't be votin'

PMO snatched his chain, that's a trophy

Holy, holy

Hold that noise, boy, you needa hold the noise 'fore I get your ass bust up

And murdered

Come through the section and just swerve, leavin' his brains on the curb

I fly with the birds, yeah, that's what you heard?

Then you heard right, my niggas in the can with they fuckin' knife, they ain't got no pipes

Take one of us, take two of yours, then we get life Yeah, yeah

We ain't makin' shit right

I got two sticks on me bitch

I can't let a nigga split my shit

I just turnt up and got rich, yeah

Fell in love with these sticks

You'll never catch me in no Ricks

My wrist lit, Audemars Piguet up on my shit

Two-tone Patek froze, Urus truck swole

And my pockets swole (Double R, Bird Business, brr)

Slidin' in a four-door, I just turnt up on my ex ho

I just bought Kayb a pole, I'm turnt up at his show

I'm like "Motherfuck the PO"

Dicks watchin' us like its HBO

Neck on froze, wrist on froze, H2O

I can't trust no ho

Drop my partner? Ain't how it go (Go)

(CHASETHEMONEY, CHASETHEMONEY)

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