SumMo

I just threw ones on her ass now we gon make some more
And I’m not who I was in my past girl ima break the mold
Caught me with a hundred on my dash I guess the case is closed
Before I found my one l was still passin on these basic hoes
She don’t roll no blunts for me, she say you gon kill your lungs
Eradicate this hate from my brain, I need helium
And I got no escape from my pain, you can hear me run
And I done took a J, to the face, I like feelin numb
She left three messages on my phone
Wake up from your high dream, or I’ma call my hoеs
Fillin up the Sprinter bus we gon need all fivе rows
Hit you all night long
I know she make it disappear she get the pipe gone
One arm round your neck I’m in your ear just like a Python
Sunrise in my window we don’t gotta turn the light on
Babe come with me, I got a piece for you to try on

Montclair on her, she look good in designer
My balance sheet always increasing, all pluses no minus
I remember summer ‘16 they was cutting my sinus
Don’t say nothin she silent
She got comfortable lyin
He got hit like a lineman
I A-plussed the assignment
See somethin I want, I buy it
Your credit card declined it
Off the lot, got no mileage
My bitch the fuckin finest
She a goddess, divinest
I make her hit the climax
Call me a pacifist until you touch my fam, I’m violent
Like thots on Instagram the way we hit your man in silence
Top of the histogram just watch me hit the charts I’m flyin
Dress like a businessman you boys outfits white trash, I’m Weiland
Won’t talk bout nothin I won’t do, you scared to ask about it
I’m in the function with my bitch she throw that ass, I caught it
I get in front of all these rappers cuz the back get crowded
I don’t rap I’m an artist, sorry I can’t be modest

I just threw ones on her ass now we gon make some more
And I’m not who I was in my past girl ima break the mold
Caught me with a hundred on my dash I guess the case is closed
Before I found my one l was still passin on these basic hoes
She don’t roll no blunts for me, she say you gon kill your lungs
Eradicate this hate from my brain, I need helium
And I got no escape from my pain, you can hear me run
And I done took a J, to the face, I like feelin numb
She left three messages on my phone
Wake up from your high dream, or I’ma call my hoes
Fillin up the Sprinter bus we gon need all five rows
Hit you all night long
I know she make it disappear she get the pipe gone
One arm round your neck I’m in your ear just like a Python
Sunrise in my window we don’t gotta turn the light on
Babe come with me, I got a piece for you to try on