Poppin Tags!
Come on let's go get it
Come om let's go get it
Baby let's go get it
Counting hundreds, fifties
Pull up windows tinted
Counting up them benji's
And I'm with Benji
She let me sign her titties
Cause she known I'm trending
All my niggas sinning
This just the beginning
Lil Summrs never ending
Know that your car is rented
Bitch you know I'm winning
Aye, yeah get that bag up
Aye, I'm counting cash up
Sipping lean smoking gas in the back yeah
Walk up in the mall popping tags yeah
Sippin' on this lean this not no Fanta
He be hating on me he a fan yeah
Come through your chimney like I'm Santa
I got three hoes like I'm Santa
She said what's my name it's Lil Autumn
Designer on my jeans I don't
Know what to call them
She know that a young nigga ballin'
She think she my girl that's why she callin'
Baby I'm too busy counting bands up
Glock in my jeans can't hold my pants up
Sippin' on this dirty Fanta
My new bitch she a dancer
He don't want no smoke don't want no cancer
Turn that nigga to a patient
Good loud boof pack be the fragrance
I can't fuck with you cause you a agent
One Spanish mami one Asian
Can't fuck with the bitch if she basic
Big loud blunts yeah I face it
Old money yeah my shit ancient
Smoking on this gas got me anxious
She said Lil Summrs boy you ain't shit