Besos’ lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
Ayy, yeah, spark that ho up, n*gga
(Go)
Ayy, is there a problem? (Problem)
We damn near just popped him (Haha, go)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
I damn near forgot who I was
Stuff the sticky in the wood, it's some must
I look in the mirror like who do I trust?
Call up Blast, he like, “Who do I bust?”
di*k on the Glock, 'cause n*ggas they sus
We at the top of the food chain, they lookin' at us
Twin turbos in the CLS
Twinuzis carry twin XDs
I don't know these n*ggas, why they worried 'bout me?
The nina, I keep her by me
They don't trust me, cause they scared of me
And yo' friend probably got jugged by me
I just dropped a Xan in my f*ckin' lean
I don't f*ckin' listen, I'ma still OD
I'm with Bando, we smokin' real OG
I don't f*ck you n*ggas, don't come by me
Look at they stats man, they so garby'
With a bad b*tch, from the Philippines
Off the drugs, I'm off the morphine
Lil Summrs man, I'm a perc fiend
I'm a Glo boy in my True jeans
They callin' my phone like, “Who is this?”
I'm a skinny n*gga, but I can screw his b*tch
Stealing my flows, they counterfeit
I'm geeked up off this downer b*tch
I'm in the stu' wit a down lil' b*tch
n*gga, who is you? You a clown, lil' b*tch
We'll get his ass knocked down, lil' b*tch
Smokin' woods up in my Gucci gown, lil b*tch
Suppressed G2, no sound, lil' b*tch
Lil' Autumn! hold a f*ckin' Draco
Me and my b*tch kickin' sh*t in Barbados
Put three Xan's in my f*ckin Faygo
I'm a loose screw, you can call me Tato
Countin' a rack, we just countin' them pesos
Spanish b*tch, she give my di*k besos
Blast a scary sight, lil' Fredo
Eating good, eating chicken alfredo
If you come to the H, you better lay low
'Cause my n*ggas really do what I say so
Leave his fat ass flat like some Play-Doh
Stay down, and I'ma blow like volcano
Send his ass to God, give his ass halo
Show up to his sh*t in Gucci tuxedo
Ridin' round in a f*ckin' limo
You was at target practice, not a f*ckin' gym ho
[Verse 2: Zelly Ocho]
Yeah, that choppa on me and it look like a limousine
I think of the time that I stomp all of my enemies
I'm mixing my mud like I'm doing chemistry
I make the trap jump like a trampoline
I'm doing drugs but I know that they killing me
I'm a real n*gga and I know that you feeling this
We ain't say sh*t, we slide down, let them bullets hit
I got the plan, b*tch, I got the blueprint
I got that choppa stick, came with a cooling kit
Snakes in the grass but they matching my Gucci kicks
Talking down on me, he gotta get dead
I'm selling verses and they worth a brick
Gave that b*tch to lil' Summrs, she gotta get hit
Pull up to your show and I came with your b*tch
I got your b*tch in my lap
I sleep in the trap and I sleep with a strap
We came through the front door, we left out the back
He fronted that sh*t so I'm taking his pack
I got stabbed in the back one time
Fifty on me, look like I'm drumline
I ain't gon' lie, I hit it one time
I ain't gon' talk, b*tch, I'm 'bout to slide
I got a Perc' in my cup, I shouldn't be sipping it
She riding with me and I know that she missing it
And them bands on me like I went to the ATM
I'm chasing that check, boy, I'm chasing them M&M's
[Outro: Summrs]
Is there a problem? (Is there a problem)
We damn near just popped him (Haha, go)
Damn near forgot who I was
Stuff the sticky in the wood, it's some must
I look in the mirror like who do I trust?
Call up Blast, he like “Who do I bust?”
di*k on the Glock, 'cause n*ggas they sus
We at the top of the food chain, they lookin' at us
Twin turbos in the CLS
Twinuzis carry twin XD’s
I don't know these n*ggas, why they worried bout me?
The nina, I keep her by me
They don't trust me, cause they scared of me
And yo friend probably got jugged by me
I just dropped a Xan in my f*ckin' lean
I don't f*ckin' listen, I'ma still OD
I'm wit bando—