RR Desire (Rapper) (Ft. Summrs)

[Intro: Summrs]
Brr, double R, bird business, huh, yeah (Damn, Trgc made that?)

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Bitch, if I give you ten, go zip that nigga, go flip that nigga
If you don't kill him, nigga, I'ma split you, nigga, it's been real, nigga
Look at my fucking wrist, that bitch so motherfucking icy
And I don't check the price, I buy it if it's nice
I'm clutching some shit so fucking big it'll end your life
Nigga, clutching a fucking Sig, you need to end his life
We don't fuck with no fucking pigs, all my niggas shiesty
All my niggas so fucking slime, it get real slimy
Tryna keep up with my life, it get real pricy
Yeah, hang out the roof, nothing to do
Know all my niggas gon' shoot, yeah
Do it to you, do it to him
Fuck that nigga, his crew
Bitch, I'm gone off blues
Look at my fit, cost as much as juice
Hey, we loose screws
Pop my shit, I pop my shit on you
Finna up a hundred on the 'Gram, fuck the cam'
So rich, I could buy a Lamb'
Up in the four-door Porsche Panamera
Put that shit on camera
Hitting his bitch with stamina
I don't give a fuck 'bout nothing, 'bout to kill my manager
Need anger management
This bitch a fan and shit
She don't eat dick? I'm vanishing
Yeah, lil' bitch, I'm gone
In my fucking zone, nigga, what you on?
I'm putting my shit on
These sticks, these sticks, they break that nigga bone
I don't rock Vlone, bitch, I'm alone
Come in my fucking home, I'ma get your shit gone
Lil'-ass boy, bitch-ass nigga, I'm grown
Yeah, Rino Stallone
Hitting this bitch from the back while she giving me dome
Yeah, up in my zone, up in my zone
Know you can hear it in this song
Yeah, AR-15 got a sight, Glock 19 got a pipe
Pouring codeine in the Sprite, fuck the hype
Bitch, I'm very hype