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I hop on a beat and I put my feelings in it
Baby, how you doing?
It’s been a minute
Bitch, I’m riding around 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 switching
She said «Summerino, boy, you so splendid»
Where is the money at?
I’ma go get it
I’m smoking dope, baby, and I’m so lifted
Yeah, I’m fucking your hoe but it ain’t your business
Got the choppa on me it’s gon go ballistic
Got the dopamine smoking futuristic
They like «Rino, boy how you did it?»
They like «Rino, nigga how you did it?»
«I be sipping lean, boy, how you did it?»
«You got a bad bitch, boy, how you did it?»
«You smoking cat piss, boy, how you did it?»
«And your music, boy, how you do it?»
I’m that nigga, baby, bitch, I’m improving
I’m that nigga, baby, and I’m sticking to it
I’m that nigga, baby, no you been knew it
I’m not even rapping bitch I’m just talking
I’m getting guap and I’m just walking
I’m threw with you, why is you stalking?
They got me dead like I’m in a coffin
I’m making 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 sipping on healthy and I’m not coughing
My bitch booty solid just like a muffin
I got the raw cone bitch I’m stuffing
I just made five bands it ain’t nothing
He just be talking he be bluffing
I’ma carve the wood just like a pumpkin
And I’ma really shoot, bitch, I ain’t pumping
Baby, I’m balling I ain’t even dunk it
I’m with lil Duece that boy hunting
Bitch, you don’t even really listen
Bitch, I feel like you just hearing
Baby, do you really listen?
Do you really listen, baby
I feel like you just hearing
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 hearing
Babygirl, you gotta listen
Babygirl, you gotta listen
Babygirl, you gotta listen
Babygirl, you gotta listen
Babygirl, you gotta listen
I hop on a beat and I put my feelings in it
Baby, how you doing?
It’s been a minute
Bitch, I’m riding around 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 switching
She said Summerino boy you’re so splendid
Where is the money at?
Imma go get it
I’m smoking dope baby and I’m so lifted
Yeah, I’m fucking your hoe, but it ain’t your business
Got the choppa on me it’s gon go ballistic
Got it over me smoking futuristic
They like «Rino boy how you did it?»
They like «Rino, nigga how you