Testo Summer on Riata - EST Gee
Testo della canzone Summer on Riata (EST Gee), tratta dall'album El Toro
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (He said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Real beef, I can't let him cop out
I'm tryna knock a top out, and I ain't take the cop route
They ask me who is who and what we do, I told 'em I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Dementia, bring the chalk out, old mans can barely walk now
I pull up to your spot and told her walk out, I'm wavin' with my cock out
Them mansions give her cotton mouth, no lackin', fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I got it in the car now, a 50 take an ox out
Still ballin' in the lockout, I'm gettin' it out the box now
Just pull up with the guap now, they go eighteen a pop now
I'll front you what you cop now, I'm gettin' it out the pot now
I'm waitin' on it to lock now, I'm cuttin' it into blocks now
I been done locked my block down, sneak dissin' get you shot now
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (Said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I'll pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
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Writer(s): George A. Stone Iii, Jeffrey Lynn Jones Jr.
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