Fuck Up The Summa

Lyrics

[Chorus: Bump J] I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summer Your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips That look like a comma All your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna fuck up the summer Finna run up them numbers You told the folks everything you know And we don't know nothin', no We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds My niggas get to that money Finna fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summertime [Verse 1: Bump J] I'm addicted to stuntin' Extended clip and that's thumpin' I do not want your woman That bitch ain't know nothin' She all on my bumper, I run her and gun her Then I'ma let Money hit her When we done with her, come and get her If you gettin' to that money I'll lay your ass down If I can't get no money with you I ain't even finna play with her Fuck a Chevy, I'm a Wraith nigga Fuck your buzz, mine way bigger How it feel to kick it with a made nigga? With a paid nigga? We so up Sittin' high in the nosebleeds Audemars for an OG, fuck a Rollie [Chorus: Bump J] I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summer Your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips That look like a comma All your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna fuck up the summer Finna run up them numbers You told the folks everything you know And we don't know nothin', no We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds My niggas get to that money Finna fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summertime [Verse 2: Yo Gotti] I'm from North Memphis This shit like Chiraq These youngins got Dracos and scarves on their heads Like we in Iraq Intercept your sack Ain't no gettin' it back Ain't no talkin' 'bout what we gon' do on no song We just go brrrrat Bump J, welcome back Like you never left (welcome home) And I'ma play right with my nigga forever Play hoes to the left CMG to the death Got that .30 like Steph Got them hoes like Hef The hate bad for your health, yeah! [Chorus: Bump J] I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summer Your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips That look like a comma All your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna fuck up the summer Finna run up them numbers You told the folks everything you know And we don't know nothin', no We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds My niggas get to that money Finna fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summertime [Verse 3: Pusha T] Push Here to fuck up the summertime Let 'em know that the summer's mine Let 'em know that the dog food got 'em lined up It can hold a nine When I say it can hold a nine Then you know that means overtime So you know that my young niggas got them big things Shoot a hundred times I told you a hundred times Said this shit in a hundred rhymes I'm the only dopeboy that's quotable past the borderline Fuckin' way past the borderline Nigga we can have a order-thon Not talkin' Lambos or Ferraris, nigga, when I order mine [Chorus: Bump J] I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summer Your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips That look like a comma All your niggas some bitches Your bitch is a gunner Finna fuck up the summer Finna run up them numbers You told the folks everything you know And we don't know nothin', no We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds My niggas get to that money Finna fuck up the summer Finna fuck up the summertime