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Summrs

Ric James

 

Ric James

(Album: DEPARTURE666 (Living To Die...) - 2018)


Woah, roll one
Nah, roll one
Summrs, haha!
Ayy, yeah

Put my bitch in Neiman Marcus
Cooling somewhere where them sharks is
Bullets ripping through his cartilage
Smoking tree out the forest
Little, li' bitch clueless, she asking, "How do I do this?"
Know I gotta stay true to this (Who do I trust? Me!)
This bitch gon' act like she new to this

Bitch, you know you suck the squad
Bitch, you know you suck the gang
Bitch, I'm smoking on that gas
Smoking on propane
Off a fucking, fucking Xan'
Off a Xan' for the pain
In that big body Benz
Switching on them lanes
One thing I never been (It's Moe Trappa and you fucking with Surreal Gang!), I never been a fucking lame
.223 up on my side, catch you tryna snatch my chain
Sipping on that purple shit, sipping on purple rain
You would think that I'm Prince, but my diamonds Ric James

Ayy, kicking shit with my side bitch, kicking shit with my main bitch
Know these niggas stay plotting, on my gang, I'm never changing
I'm in Texas, swanging, and I'm tryna be banging
He don't really be on gang shit, he don't really be on bang shit
I could see it in his eyes, I can see just how he came in
Seeing right through your disguise, I see that you a lil' bitch
Took your bitch, you wonder why, 'cause she know that I'm the shit
She gon' think my name hold weight, yeah
Smoking gas 'til I'm baked
Smoking gas 'til I can't even feel my motherfucking face
Flexing on these little niggas, flexing like I lift weights
If you ain't tryna suck the squad, bitch, then get the fuck up out of my face (Who do I trust? Me!)

Yeah, get the fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
Get the fuck up out my face
I'm smoking gas to the face
I know that I love that bitch face
Smoking gas to the face, yeah
It's Moe Trappa and you fucking with Surreal Gang!

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