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[Intro: Summrs]
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane (Damn, Trgc made that?)
b*tch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my n*ggas is up, all of my n*ggas, we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around none of these n*ggas, I know these n*ggas hoes, they fake
f*ck these b*tches, they switch up in your face
Count up, fifty piece right up in your lil' face

[Verse 1: Summrs]
I fly with the birds, way too sexy for this syrup
b*tch, f*ck has you heard?
Feel like I'm highest on the earth
Hit your ass where it hurt
I just turned an AMG to a Vert'
And now I'm mad as f*ck 'cause I just spilled the Wock' all on my shirt
n*ggas be some hoes up in the skies
And they wonder why n*ggas don't f*ck with them
I'm rich, no job
b*tch, I never flop
Look at your ass, you lacking and your ass got got
All my diamonds rocks
Pulled up in Bentley truck right off the lot
[Verse 2: Desire]
We sip drank a lot
Please don't spill my Wock'
I said "I'll text that lil' b*tch in a day", I was too high, I forgot
I'm with lil' Sosa, we in the QA, took that b*tch right up the lot
I'm in the H when I slide with lil' Jace, swerve with a brand new Glock
G-21 on my hip, that b*tch got a red dot
He walkin' around with a chain, watch how he get got
The tool on my hip too precise, it's ready to bite, sendin' a headshot
What you gon' do when them n*ggas pull up in the line, because that's when it's on sight
Diamonds, they shine in the dark, them b*tches be so bright
n*gga, I really don't care who you are, I'm livin' a fast life
I'm in the back of the seat with the stars, livin' a rich life
And shoutout my n*gga lil' E, he livin' that trap life

[Verse 3: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a jet
f*ck you pus*y b*tch, I'm dyin' about my respect
We drop, we drop, we drop, b*tch I need Oxy, I'm so sick
Like, how the f*ck you pay ten for a fit?
b*tch, I need all my meds, I need a fix, yeah, yeah
She f*ckin' lil' Rino, she know she hit
All my n*ggas addicts, all my n*ggas rich as sh*t
We all gon' die anyways, so we might as well do it quick, yeah
Really rich and twizzy rich, them all my guys, we rich
We don't pop none of them boys, we left L.A., go park that sh*t
And I don't gotta watch the game, b*tch, the Rockets in front my crib
b*tch, we'll turn you to some gas and give all of my n*ggas some zips
[Chorus: Summrs]
Count up on a yacht, count up on a plane
b*tch, I'm sippin' Wock', he sippin' on that green, it's plain
All of my n*ggas is up, all of my n*ggas, we rich, you lame
Dropped off a thirty piece in Saint Laurent the other day
Can't keep around none of these n*ggas, I know these n*ggas hoes, they fake
f*ck these b*tches, they switch up in your face
Count up, fifty piece right up in your lil' face