Summa 25 (Feat. Blizzem)

Name another nigga with a Cuban link that's bigger
Or an Audemar thats sicker that go harder for the Skrilla
Pour some water on these niggas and these bitches cause they thirsty
Stevie Wonder niggas couldn't see me on my worst day
Counting all this Lucci my life Gucci like my shirt say
Mashing on the gas like I'm bout to be to work late
Niggas wanna merk me, cutters on deck though
I'm like fuck a record deal. let's get it off the metro
Selling all these gas bags bitch I called it petrol
I just make a phone call anytime to check low
Plug-in like connect four we keep dope Handy
Get my hands on anything from wok to nose candy
Ho's all in the swimming pool. they got no panties
She get it from her mama, I'm trying to fuck the whole family
My clique so antsy my team so foolish
We will tag you don't make us do it
I've been doing numbers. I'm caked up stupid
I fall asleep then have a dream and wake up to it
Don't make club music. I move for the trappers
Ever since them presidents these bitches fuck me faster
Set up in my residence with 30 in my ladder
I'm peddling that medicine don't size me like no rapper
Nino where you at, bra
I'm somewhere in Tampa with a foreign in the bathtub
All she do is fuck eat dick and give me back rubs
Plugged in with the Zoe's too they treat me like I'm half blood
They be showing mad love
Everything gon add up, talking all this shit
Niggas know my face good all this money I get
Used to be commercial, now I'm thinking private
Do not play me pussy, I would not advise it
I'ma let that fire hit right between your eyelids
That 40 Glock will little boy a nigga like he 5'6
Industry don't fuck with Florida cause we high risk
And I done invest in water nigga that's on my wrist
All this vibin' and slidin' you see me shinin'
Covered in diamonds I'll blind ya oh yeah, I got em - gone

Run it up fuck it up aye aye
Fuck it up run it up whoa whoa
Cuban link 1000 grams ho
I came in this bitch letting rubber bands go

I don't need your recognition really got it off the stove top
Started with a dollar pack and grinded to a whole block
Grams off the grams cubans pissing like a diaper
Moon walk across a brick for them Jackson's like I'm Michael
I don't talk on the phone won't catch me on the wire
They put surveillance on my street. We had this bitch on fire
When the box came got that weight off like a diet
More flavors than Baskin-Robbins giving samples come and try it
Know I'm flyer than a pilot I took off they can't reach me
Learn the game from taking losses. I ain't have nobody teach me
Truckload full of boxes bring it to you like I'm badcock
We been in the trenches serving bags we the have-nots
Stainless and a fork fuck a sport I'm cooking circles up
Digi scale, Spot full of bales, In here weighing up
Break a bitch down like a P cuff what I'm too G
I run circles around bitches break, hearts give them stitches
I'm not the type to run game on shame on you
When you live the street life keep that flame on you
I move cause like the floor wet
Stretching work out with a press like it's bo-flex
I do numbers like stocks punching clocks, but never clocked in
Two Twin Glock 23's they the new gen
Before I entertain sucker shit I'll drop ten
My plug like my safe me and him forever locked in - Blizzem