Summo lyrics

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Pockets they be on sumo
Lil n*gga I already know
Riding 'round smoking on dro
Pulling up in a X4
I'm pulling they card like I'm playing UNO
I'm jugging on them and she taking photos
I'm finna sign a deal for couple racks
Couple racks I'ma make that sh*t back
Stupid remarks get your lil ass wacked
I'm in New York, where my n*ggas at?
Dumb ass n*gga done fumbled the pack
We taking his sh*t he ain't getting back
Just took a xan I ain't going back
I'm the reason your favorite rapper mad
Go, woah, woah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Pockets they be on sumo
Lil n*gga I already know
Riding 'round with a .44
Pressing lil n*ggas like a damn remote
I got the keys, yeah, I got the code
And them drugs put me in my mode
I'm in a Telsa riding on the highway
She gon do it my way
Top engine, boy, you don't wanna race
Look at my season just beat the case
I'm high as f*ck stuck like I'm in a vase
n*ggas think it's safe he ain't even touch base
Thirty clip, n*gga, shoot a n*gga in his face
D1 gang shoot a n*gga in they face
It's Lil Rino, b*tch, you gotta embrace
Came up 'cause a n*gga had fate
In just a day, guess what I made?
Your whole paycheck, that's what I make
Gucci belt on it and it got snakes
I'm driving the Beam like it was a Wraith
[Verse 2: Kankan]
Hop in a coupe, bad b*tch that's a two-door
Cali gas and it got me on Pluto
Pockets fat and them b*tches on sumo
Adding it up I was never in school though
She loving this hoe, yeah, boy, he a fool though
Flexed up like a damn competition
D1, send them boys on a mission
All that damn shooting that Glock he ain't missing
Yeah, yeah, yeah, bltt
Got his hoe in the kitchen like right now
You ain't shooting that Glock, boy, better pipe down
Get to bussing that b*tch and now I'm out of sound
I'm in LA [?] he got the pound
I get high, yeah, just like a f*cking fountain
Look at my wrist, that b*tch like a f*cking fountain
His b*tch on my di*k, she be bouncing
Alto on the beat, this is bouncy
Don't do the beef, we get in houses
Number (N)ine on my damn trousers
Pop out the cut shoot the crowd up
Helmut Lang with the Cloud Bust's
Big body like a damn bus
She want to f*ck 'cause we clouted up