Til I Diee

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me

I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me

Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me

I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie

I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome

She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone

Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on

I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own

Ayy, yeah, ayy (yeah, yeah)

Woah, woah (yeah, yeah)

Go, go, go (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, ha (woah)

Ha, ha, ha

Go, go, go, go (woah, woah)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me

I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me

Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me

I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie

I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome

She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone

Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on

I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own

He think he found the one, that's not your bitch

I been fucked that bitch

She all on my dick (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Wanna have my kids (uh-huh, uh-huh)

Open up to me like a lid (uh-huh, that's right)

Smokin' real OG, no mid (yeah, that's right)

I be gone, way off the grid (yeah, that's right)

She all on me like a tick

She say, "Summrs, boy, you is so lit" (uh-huh, that's right)

I been doin' this shit since a kid (uh-huh, that's right)

I been doin' this way since a jit (let's go)

What you want? I got it

I don't wear no Hot Topic

I'ma let it blow just like a rocket

And this coupe is fast and I ain't stoppin'

With your lil' boo, we just shoppin'

I get so damn flee without a stylist

Lil' SummrBangz, I'm the wildest (yeah)

Lil' SummrBangz, I'm the hottest

I'ma glow 'til I die, got it tatted on me

I can't fuck with him, he lame, I heard he ratted on me

Smokin' 'Woods, I'm like a plane, I keep that ratchet on me

I don't wear no shit that's lame, I shop at Saks Fifth, homie

I be sparkin' up, I'm so gone, smokin' gas to the dome

She wanna come to my home, she wanna blow up my phone

Wear everything that I got, she wanna put it on

I be countin' up these knots, did it all on my own