Glamour! Summrs

Gin$eng, hehe!
Summrs, haha!

[Verse]
Pockets on fat like Santa
Pour that dirty Wok in my Fanta
Just got home from fuckin' on that dancer
He don't want no fuckin' cancer
All up on her face, I got no manners
YSL jeans, check my glamour
I'm off an oxy, perc fuck up my grammar
Keep a fuckin' pole, keep a hammer
Free my nigga Booger out that slammer
White hoe, call that hoe [?]
Gold all in my mouth like David Banner
G-Star jeans cost some racks
Told that lil' hoe, "throw it back"
Yes I'm gettin' money and that's facts
Skinny nigga but my bitch ass fat
What you wanna do, know where I'm at
Clouted up, got that bitch attached
I smoke gelato, I don't wanna match
You blowin' reggie, throw that in the trash
Aye, look what she gon' do for some cash
Aye, she gon' suck the crew, and that's facts
Aye, came in that bitch, with no mask
Chains too legit, and that's facts
Aye, in that Beamer coupe, and a Jag
Aye, what's up with you boo, come relax
I don't need you, girl relax
I just need the loot, yeah them racks
Aye, girl your nigga fu, and that's facts
He don't even really shop at Saks
Aye, girl that nigga shop at T.J. Maxx
Me and JustDeuce gone off them tabs