Summerball/Wintergrind

' a line
(Ooh SAV killed it)
Ay Teck what the fuck I told you we was gone do when we link up na
You ns thought I was playing

Shh
Summer time we ball, winter time we shine
Eight of Wocky in my soda you just sippin' a line
I hit a Instagram model bitch was thinking she fine
Then I kicked the hoe out she only seen me one time
Shh, and she still banging my line
But I'm out here chasing money baby I ain't got time
Hellcats and S-Classes only way that we ride
Bitch I'm married to the mob na play then he die
Tuh, and I'm still in this shit
Wanna hang around me boy you gotta have a membership
Hunnit million coming I can feel it wit my fingertips
Dropped the top down on the Rolls I'm at Fingerlicking
In Miami I'm stunting
In Virginia I'm hustling
Couple hunnit thousand dollars man that ain't 'bout nothing
Get yo clique wiped down with one press of a button
Stack me up a couple Ms and go invest it in something (Sheesh!)

Huh
Get ya money up (I'm heavy)
I'm a 6 figure na that's 100 plus (Yuh)
He going in a meat truck a na dump at us (Glah)
Drop C8 on 83 really cutting up (Skrrr)
Block on me every day (It's on me)
I'm getting heavy pay (You see it)
Sprinter outside they think I got fit in every state (It's waiting)
Yeah, get ya hoe back
Bought a nugget in the club just to blow that (Yes)
Just bought a scale yesterday today I broke that (Brokey)
Waiting on me fall of, ns hope that
Huh
Ns steady getting it
Buy a bitch some new titties Ion like how they sitting (I do
That)
Got a bricky in the blender na steady shifting (Dragger)
Knockers jump behind this bitch and you know I'm hitting it
(They know that)
That's a habit though
Got a 10 in each pocket let the baggage show (Yes lord)

Bought my bitch a new Chanel bag now she ain't mad no more
Told a na show me something he ain't had no more
Put your mans in a wheelchair he can't ride no more
I'mma get this fucking money till I can't grind no more
Bitch I got a dark past but I'm shining though
You ain't got a Rollie on your wrist what type of time you on
I got percs, x, molly, weed what kind of high you want
Dare a na run off with that cheese and we gone tie him up

Na my phone woke me up I ain't tired no more (Yuh)
Shoot a na in his tongue he won't lie no more (See ya)
Put so much cut up on his dope he won't buy no more (I cut it)
I fuck around buy every thing inside the store (Easy
I be just grabbing shit I ain't trying it on (Lemme get that)
Louie's and Balenci runners I'm fly as a whore (Yes)
Na your diamonds ain't hitting what kind diamonds is yours