GG/Look Up 2 - Summrs

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