Could You!

(Mikey, you ain't shit, Fifty Grand)
(Ginseng) y'all fuck with Summrs? yeah
I fuck with Summrs
Bro, I keep hearing about Summrs and Autumn
I was just telling Imani this
Yeah, Brent BrentRambo put me on to them
Who are they? Like, I haven't heard shit yet
They fye?
They got the lil' baby voices on deck
Know about Autumn
Y'all niggas going up, Period
Niggas going up

I don't want yo bitch, bra
I want your sister (Ha)
The K, it gone pop like a blister (Blatt)
We in the Honda, yeah, we finna blitz em
(yeah) my bitch rock Dior, oh yeah
The new Christian
Proud of my niggas, we up, you can't miss 'em
Scope on the chopstick
So you better not miss 'em (Bop, bop)
The Benz had her quick to
Say that she miss me
Uh, miss me with all of that (Haha)
She hit the team, so you better not kiss her
(No) this for the 'lil niggas
That say Twinuzis pussy
Okay, the XD beg to differ (Two)
Like, threw a band in front of my nigga
I told 'em pop out for the Triller (C'mon)
Them rack rack racks
They speak to me different
They say, "Oh yeah, Wick on a mission"
Ha, tried to lock in with you two years ago
But I guess you ain't fuck with the vision
(Ha) quick 2k off of Wells Fargo
And we hittin' them juggs with precision
(yeah)
Got sticks, but bro, is you really on go?
Could you really live with the decision?
(yeah) new Telegram message, bro said they
Got pints for the low
Would you like to commission?
I used to ride in a Honda Accord
But the CLA better for business (Woah, woah)
We on the Tor like that shit
Is for fun, fuck around
Put the opps on a hitlist (What)
We in there, bro
But we still with them niggas that wrap
The pack up like it's Christmas
New bitch, she only rock Prada and Fendi
Just had to go get her some inches (Ha)
Niggas be cap in the DM, like, "Bro
Just hit me when you ready for business"
(That's cap) too many hunnids accumulating
So you know Wicky finna go spend it (Frrt)
Finna go 'head and fidget the way
When young niggas go spin it
My Nina a slut, she gone bust if I say
So don't give her a reason to listen (Ha)

I'm in the back, yeah
You know that them racks finna add up
'lil nigga so come on, let's do the division
Prada lens on my face, 'lil nigga
I know that you fuck with the vision
I'm in the Model X, it drive me around
The fuck is a Fisker?

I got two poles on me
Don't come in that way
You know I'm a fisher (Okay, okay)
I'll still beat a 'lil nigga
Ass, so fuck that XD, we don't need a pistol
(Let's go, let's go)
Yeah, these niggas be talkin' that lame
Ass shit, that cap shit
I ain't tryna hear it (yeah)
Yeah, now we finna go take three
Bands out the fuckin' bank
So take me to the nearest (yeah, yeah)
Don't know that lame ass bitch
Keep capping for the line
Now she fuck with my lyrics (yeah, yeah)
Don't even know why I tried to drive the Benz
Off the lean, man, I couldn't even steer it
Yeah (Steer it, woah)
She telling me lies
She said that she love me
Put my AirPods on, I don't wanna hear it
(I couldn't hear it, no, yeah)
Wake up in the morning
And thank God every fucking day
Just 'cause I'm livin' (Blat)
I was broke than a bitch last year
Now stack my money tall
To the fuckin' ceiling (Woah, yeah)
She gone fuck on 'lil Rino
She know that I'm damn near the
Hottest in the fucking city
(Fuckin' city, yeah, let's do it)
Never know what a nigga plan, so you know
I gotta ride 'round with the fucking blicky
Yeah (Bop)
My niggas cracking BINs, CPNs what it do
'lil nigga? Let's talk some business
(Brt-brrt)