Lyrics Like A River - Summrs

(Hell, I cannot wait to fuck them down like weirdo)
Look out, Veno (nobody fucking tell me nothing no more)
Veno gon' cook up, he mixtape with this
(But that speed comes to take distance)
(After I drive for about twenty-seven-million meters per second, we're back together, baby)

Said she wanna play, she don't want no ice, she my type
I wanna play, nah, I'm not feelin' right, drink over ice
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right

All I want me is a hundred mill', a hundred mill'
Touch my first gold, I got a double M, a double M
Them pussy niggas, I don't fuck with them, it's up with them
We do no leg shots, above the rim, above the rim
If you take my jacket, I got it from YSL, it's YSL
If my ex bitch know that it's, "Fuck them," it's, "Fuck them" (yeah)
Had to cut some niggas off, it's, "Fuck them," I don't trust them
My Patek a hundred ball, hit on dim, the lights dim

Tryna stack all my money, so, I'm like, "Shine Cam," yeah, "Shine Cam"
That boy got shit back, leave his ass layin', his ass layin'
My Celine pants got two buttons with no zipper
I keep that money flowin' just like a river, just like a river
My album, when I drop, it's no skips, it's no skips
We ain't got no beef with none of them niggas, them niggas could jump off the cliff
Got rich off the real, I need ten more Ms
I could feed my family now, yeah

Said she wanna play, she don't want no ice, she my type
I wanna play, nah, I'm not feelin' right, drink over ice
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead
Yeah, dead right, he dead right (brr, b-b-baow)

Nigga, put your guns up, yeah
Pull up in a Lam' truck, bitches sluttin' us and they fuckin' us
Goin' nuts, I don't want no love, baby, I can't trust
See it now, rent no truck, free Amiri jeans, super lit
Yeah, slim fit, and lil' mama slim-thick
She want a BBL, she wanna be lit as shit
I'm on the bigger thing, ask ho, I'm lit as shit
And I'ma show that bitch

Oh, she shouldn't've left me
She left me at the wrong time, and now it's, "Fuck her"
She probably with some broke niggas lettin' 'em slut her
I'm a seven-figure nigga, baby, I can't make none of this up (yeah)

Says she wanna play, she don't want no ice, she my type
I wanna play, nah, I'm not feelin' right, drink over ice
Finna go insane, keepin' my head right, my head right
Shooters leave his ass dead, yeah, dead right, he dead right, uh