Lyrics GG/Look Up 2 - Summrs

GG/Look Up 2

Good run, lil' nigga, GG
Saggin' the G-Star with the B. B
Finna take my bitch out to eat
Yeah, I’m finna fuck but I’m not finna eat
Yeah, I’m finna fuck but I’m not finna (Eat!)
In the mall, I’m so flee
Call a Uber, I’m not in a Jeep
She suckin' my meat, she know I’m needy
I want the bands so I’m gonna seek
It ain’t halloween, bitch, you gotta' treat
In that G class and it’s very neat
Get back, Rino the one with the heat
I sip the Phat, that’s why I’m sleep
Rose gold in my mouth, bitch, glee
Fuckin' with me, very risky (Hellworld)
Leave a nigga hairline crispy
I put the lean in the Brisk Tea
The G2 gettin' tricky
These niggas is mouse, like Mickey
Rick Owen jeans, no Dickies
And the OS hold a glicky
Got a white bitch and she pricky
(Yeah!)
Good run, lil' nigga, GG
Rino the one with the heat
I’m finna blast, yeah, I gotta pee
I’ma kill that boy with no grief
You think you hot, that ain’t it, chief
I’m tatted up, Rino Khalif
I took off and they can’t believe
I left my ex in disbelief
I’m juugin' these niggas, I’m the top thief
I fucked a bad bitch from Greece
And I’m so fried, like I’m in grease
Oh, that’s yo' mans?
I’m fuckin' his niece
She a church girl, but she on her knees
Lil' Rino, bitch, you know how I bleed
Hellworld
Good game, Summrs
This is some shit to smoke to
This is some shit to ride to
You ain’t talkin' 'bout guap, then bye, dude
I already know you ain’t 'bout it, don’t lie, dude
My eyes low, 'cause I’m high, dude
I’m sippin' that drank, I just poured a whole deuce
Rino the one they look up to
I’m the one that they look up to
They like, «How it feels to be you?»
I’m the one that they look up to
I’m the one that they look up to
I’m smokin' a wood, no, this ain’t no dutch, dude
I keep the G2, 'cause it come in clutch, dude
Honestly, I’m just like, «Fuck you»
Turbo engine, and it say V2
Hol' on, you actin' like I really need you
You broke as fuck, could never be you
I’m in the H, I’m seein' them pretty lights
Sparkin' the wood up like a motorbike
I’m ballin' hard like I’m doin' the floater right
I’m gettin' these bands off if I focus right
I’m smokin' this gas, yeah, it got a odor right?
I got a twenty-three, and it’s gon' posturize
You niggas is bugs just like a parasite
I’m that nigga, baby, please don’t jeopardize
I’m seein' them palm trees and the paradise
And I’m one deep, I don’t need no advice
When you wit' me, you don’t need no device
I’m shootin' them threes, boy, they so precise
I had to glow, yeah, I had to capitalize
I’m in the whip, off of the narcs
My diamonds Cuban and I’m in the dark
Smokin' stupid gas, I’m a retard
Bitch, don’t talk, babe, don’t need remarks
I’m rollin' the wood, easy, like a 'gar
White boy swag, they say I’m so gnar
High as fuck, bitch, I’m seein' them stars