Testo Bloody Summer

(Mama, Zachary makin' beats again) Huh, frrt
(I ain't gon' lie, this shit pressure) Uh, uh, uh
It's geek shit, mm, mm, ridin' in Track'
Huh, huh, huh, huh

They know whenever we pop out, it's geek shit, ridin' in Track'
Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she tryna eat dick, throw that ass back
Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop out, its switch on the back, go "Frrat" Fuckin' a hood bitch, she got me clutchin', whenever I'm strokin', she screamin' out, "Blatt"
Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see niggas we don't like, we squeezin' a button
Opps better drop a lo', they know we won't hesitate to come drop a hundred
Call up lil' man, he havin' hats from Carver State, nigga, on my mama
What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin', it's that Drac' and a bloody summer

Opps make a diss, can nеver show me a blue, it's timе to get exposed
Like five niggas died from beefin' over bitches, kill the messy hoes (Yeah)
Bronem say they on that 'bout Lil Bigg, but free Lil Messy, though (Uh-uh)
Don't stop, we droppin' shots all on your kin, nigga make sure they ass at home (Okay, Drank)

Geeked up, pull up in a Mopar (Yeah), nigga, still ridin' in they ho car (No bap)
Why they call you Baby Drank? (Huh) I keep a thousand dollar soda (Okay, cool)
Pull up tryna bust the motor (Yeah)
Fuck I'm gon' do with a rack? (Huh) Spend that on some tennis shoes (Nothin' but racks) Bankroll look like cotton candy (Yeah), ain't got nothin' but pink and blues (Ain't got nothin' but pink)
Fuck her right here on the island (Yeah), we ain't even gotta take a cruise (In the kitchen)
Every nigga 'round me came through lit (Huh), she don't know who to choose (Yeah)
Nigga can't even find a pint (Uh-uh), me and Rio buy up all the juice (Uh)
Gettin' it like it grow on trees (Yeah), niggas ain't got nothin' but switch (They don't)
Fresh as fuck like Easter Sunday (Check me out), might not even take a pic (Yeah)
Piss me off, might drop the number (Check me out), make it hard to sell a nick
I'm a player not a payer (Uh-uh), don't confuse me for a trick

They know whenever we pop out, it's geek shit, ridin' in Track'
Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she tryna eat dick, throw that ass back
Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop out, its switch on the back, go "Frrat"
Fuckin' a hood bitch, she got me clutchin', whenever I'm strokin', she screamin' out, "Blatt"
Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see niggas we don't like, we squeezin' a button
Opps better drop a lo', they know we won't hesitate to come drop a hundred
Call up lil' man, he havin' hats from Carver State, nigga, on my mama
What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin', it's that Drac' and a bloody summer