Bloody Summer

Mama, stop playing Megan Thee Stallion

I go by the super

Uh, uh

This shit ridin' around in the trap

Uh, uh

They know whenever we pop out, this geek shit ridin' in the trap

Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she

Tryna eat dick, throw that ass back

Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop

Out, it's a switch on the back, go frrat

Fuck in the hood, bitch, she got me clutchin'

Whenever I stroke, she screamin' out, "Blatt"

Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see

Niggas we don't like, we squeezin' the button

Opps better drop alone, they know we

Won't hesitate to come drop a hundred

Call up lil' man, he havin' half from college state, nigga, on my mama

What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin'

, It's that Drac', your blood is on me

Opps make a diss, can't never show

Me a blue, it's time to get his four

Like five niggas died for beepin' over bitches, kill the messy hoes

Bro don't say they on that 'bout lil' big, but free lil' messy though

Go and start, we droppin' shots all on your

Kin, nigga, make sure they ass at home

Keeta pull up in a Mopar

Nigga still ridin' in that ho car

Why they call your baby drunk? I keep a thousand dollar soda

Pull up tryna bust the motor

Fuck I'm gon' do with the rest?

Spend it on some tennis shoes

They roll up like cotton candy

Ain't got nothin' but pink and blues

Fuck her right here on the island

We ain't gotta take a cruise

Every nigga 'round me came through lit

She don't know who to choose

Nigga can't even find a pint

Yeah, we'll buy a bottle of juice

Get it like it grow on trees

Niggas ain't got nothin' but sweets

Fresh as fuck like Easter Sunday

Might not even take a pic

Piss me off, might drop the number

Make it hard to sell a nick

I'm a player, not a payer

Don't just use me for a trick

They know whenever we pop out, this geek shit ridin' in the trap

Scram, bitch, she all up on me, she

Tryna eat dick, throw that ass back

Don't tote regular Glocks, when we pop

Out, it's a switch on the back, go frrat

Fuck in the hood, bitch, she got me clutchin'

Whenever I stroke, she screamin' out, "Blatt"

Young crew ain't goin' for nothin', see

Niggas we don't like, we squeezin' the button

Opps better drop alone, they know we

Won't hesitate to come drop a hundred

Call up lil' man, he havin' half from college state, nigga, on my mama

What's in my bookbag? Nigga, stop peekin'

, It's that Drac', your blood is on me