Lyrics listen - Summrs

I hop on a beat and I put my feelings in it
Baby, how you doin'? It's been a minute
Bitch, I'm ridin' 'round and the windows tinted
We gon' hit up Saks and just spend it
I got Gucci on my damn pendant
Got a bankroll and you can't bend it
I'm in the CT and I'm lane switchin'
She said, "Summrino, boy, you so splendid"
Where is the money at? I'ma go get it
I'm smokin' dope, baby, and I'm so lifted
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your ho but it ain't your business
Got the choppa on me, it's gon' go ballistic
Got the dope on me, smokin' futuristic
They like, "Rino, boy, how you did it?"
They like, "Rino, nigga, how you did it?"
"I be sippin' lean, boy, how you did it?"
"You got a bad bitch, boy, how you did it?"
"You smokin' cat piss, boy, how you did it?"
"And your music, boy, how you do it?"
I'm that nigga, baby, bitch, I'm improvin'
I'm that nigga, baby, and I'm stickin' to it
I'm that nigga, baby, know you been knew it
I'm not even rappin', bitch, I'm just talkin'
I'm getting guap and I'm just walkin'
I'm threw with you, why is you stalkin'?
They got me dead like I'm in a coffin
I'm makin' music right up in my office
I'm in Miami but I'm not a dolphin
Damn, my bitch so bad, she need a caution
I'm sippin' on healthy and I'm not coughin'
My bitch booty soft just like a muffin
I got the raw cone, bitch, I'm stuffin'
I just made five bands, it ain't nothin'
He just be talkin', he be bluffin'
I'ma carve the wood just like a pumpkin
And I'ma really shoot, bitch, I ain't pumpin'
Baby, I'm ballin', I ain't even dunk it
I'm with lil' Duece, that boy huntin'
Bitch, you don't even really listen
Bitch, I feel like you just hearin'
Baby, do you really listen?
Do you really listen, baby?
I feel like you just hearin'
I feel like you don't feel me
I feel like you fear me
I feel like you don't listen
I feel like you just hearin'
Baby girl, you gotta listen
Baby girl, you gotta listen
Baby girl, you gotta listen
Baby girl, you gotta listen
Baby girl, you gotta listen, hey

I hop on a beat and I put my feelings in it
Baby, how you doing? It's been a minute
Bitch, I'm ridin' 'round and the windows tinted
We gon' hit up Saks and just spend it
I got Gucci on my damn pendant
Got a bankroll and you can't bend it
I'm in the CT and I'm lane switchin'
She said, "Summrino, boy, you so splendid"
Where is the money at? I'ma go get it
I'm smokin' dope, baby, and I'm so lifted
Yeah, I'm fuckin' your ho but it ain't your business
Got the choppa on me, it's gon' go ballistic
Got the dope on me, smokin' futuristic
They like, "Rino, boy, how you did it?"
They like, "Rino, nigga