SUMMA DAT lyrics

[Chorus]
Give me some turn up (Give me some raw sh*t)
Give me some sh*t that's gon' make n*ggas pull out the pistol and commit a murder (Some of that, uh)
But only if they got to, oh, my God, I shot you
I snuck in this b*tch with my burner (With that boom)
Yeah, I'm that n*gga they heard of (Yeah, I'm that— uh)
Givin' out shells, no turtle (Fah, fah, fah, fah)
Pullin' up double R, in this b*tch swervin'

[Verse]
You didn't wanna do that on Monday, ain't trippin' (Yeah)
Text back came and brought me that pus*y on Thursday (Yeah, that mm)
In this b*tch with that blicky, they heard me (Any— yeah)
Take them balls and she dribble, no jersey (Like mm)
Take that meat and she еat it, no burger (She eat)
f*ck with mе, got the freaky, no virgin (No V)
n*ggas buying hoes, sneakers and purses (Can't believe)
n*ggas buying hoes, sneakers and purses
Two hundred pounds of OG for my verses (Two, two hundred)
And I still got that pus*y for free (Free)
I ain't paying no ho to f*ck me, b*tch, I'm perfect (Uh-uh)
Still might get you a flight if you worth
I been turned down for a minute
I can pay, have me walk down on a n*gga (f*ck him)
He can die now, got him felons (Go)
He get busted down when you spin him (Yee)
If she ain't a sl*t, gotta get on (Gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (D)
Cap ass rap, n*ggas just getting juiced (Huh)
I been turned up since the flip phone
If she ain't a sl*t, gotta get on (Gone)
Can I get f*cked when I get home? (Yeah)
Lace your shoes up, put the fit on, n*gga
Hoppin out the truck with that sh*t on, lookin' like─
[Chorus]
Give me some turn up (I need some raw sh*t)
Give me some sh*t that's gon' make n*ggas pull out the pistol and commit a murder (n*gga, pull out that, uh)
But only if they got to, oh, my God, I shot you
I snuck in this b*tch with my burner (Baow, baow, boom)
Yeah, I'm that n*gga they heard of (Yeah, I'm that— uh)
Givin' out shells, no turtle (Bah)
Pullin' up double R in this b*tch swervin' (b*tch)

[Outro]
Baby on Baby 2
Yeah
Uh, go