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rio da yung og - booked summer lyrics

[intro]
(my n+gga lee, i think we got another one)
i just drunk a pint of tris, feel it in my bladder (sonny digital)
b+tch got cheeks, i’ma smash her
b+tch tried to leave on me, had to grab her

[verse]
call me michael myers, i’ll stab her
five thousand for a peli coat with the rabbit fur
why you lookin’ in the ashtray? you a scavenger
me and mike slid out his b+tch car, it was an avenger
the lil’ dodge dude
yeah, i know your pops, i know moms too, i was hittin’ that
like lil’ n+gga, when you was in diapers, i was sippin’ act’
you couldn’t even grab a knife and i could get a strap
told my b+tch, “i’m goin’ to the feds, so go get a strap”
basically what i’m sayin’, you gay ’til i’m gettin’ back
’til i get back, this a six+pack
i don’t really like thе shoes, this a rick hat
walked in the gucci storе, spent a knick+knack
walked out with one bag, what you get, jack?
this the one y’all kept askin’ me, “where you get that? how you get that?”
b+tch, i was gone a month, how you get cracked in thirty days?
you would take a pint, drink it thirty ways
you n+ggas pour half in lines
he just told a lil’ b+tch he dropped half a dime, call him five cent
n+gga, f+ck your kids ’cause mine’s rich
when i come and think about it, they say ike snitched, that sh+t in his veins
i really don’t trust n+ggas who be hittin’ ‘caine
i think i’m finna stop rappin’, this sh+t gettin’ lame
’cause these n+ggas ain’t rappin’, they don’t feel the same
these n+ggas think sh+t a game
they was lookin’ to the left, we came a different way
n+gga jumped on his car with a whole drac’
hit him twice, took off his whole face
n+gga, they shoot ubers up, so don’t ride share
i kinda love atlanta, wanna die here
they let me out december 11th, this my year
still talkin’ wet, go get a dryer
when i mix tris with the quaegen i get higher
n+gga, i’m independent, i’m with empire
your friend kinda ugly, but my friend like her
she look like she smoke meth like a d+mn biker
i done poured a four of act’ in a can spriter
f+ck around, spent forty racks at can+am spyder
i don’t even drive it
i leave my jewelry layin’ out, i don’t even hide it, i got insurance on it
bud said he grew the weed, but it’s curin’ sunday
hop on a b+tch with the pump, call me bugs bunny
my son don’t want no toys, he just love money
he got a hundred racks on him, okay, lil’ money
and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the sh+t they took from me
when can’t n0body get drank, i find snook number
i’m finna pop another perc’, make me look dumber
this n+gga talkin’ ’bout a show, i gotta booked summer
i got a dog walk her ass, but f+ck summer
talkin’ ’bout she don’t listen to the detroit music
i’m from flint, but b+tches in detroit do it
no a days i don’t say sh+t, i just point to ’em
i ain’t sign to empire, we did a joint venture
ayy, he thought it was a gram, it was a point+six+er
my white boy that get drank look like pointdexter
since he actin’ like a buffalo, clap his h+rns together
this new ‘za sh+t cool, i like corns better
bae, she got some good p+ssy, but yours wetter
i just had to inform you
f+ck the rain, outside we’ll storm too
i heard they payin’ seventy+five for the orange dude
’cause they can’t press ’em
i make a hundred racks a day, n+gga, i ain’t stressin’
wasn’t no dope in the crib, they found nine weapons and like five switches
just know i’d really love you if i cried to you
aunty don’t do fentanyl, all b+tter

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