[Intro: Summrs]
Man, these n***as don't be sippin' for real, man
You see me, I'm scorin' on this shit everyday
Shit ain't never a drought, nope
All my n***as pour up, look

[Chorus: Summrs]
I'm still that n***a, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
I get straight to the cheese, lil' bitch ass n***a ain't gettin' no beef
The way my n***as shoot that .223, could've went to the league
Pedal to the fuckin' metal, fuck around and die in the SRT
Take my bitch to Ruth Chris, we too lit, I'm too rich
Get your bitch, she choosin', I'm slidin' in her shit (E-Gianni)
My fans keep callin' me a addict, well, fuck it
My friend just scored on some Tris, that's a bucket

[Bridge: Summrs]
I fuck on vibes after vibes after vibes
I told her, "Go be a ho, bitch, fuck it, it's your life"
(Surreal Gang exclusive)

[Verse: Autumn!]
I'm still that n***a, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
My n***as too damn flee, Amiri jeans with a lil' white tee
Just touched down in Manhattan, I'm finna go link with this P-Y-T
[?] where you find me, just walked in Saks with a whole chopped cheese
These n***as stay on my dick, like, "Ayo, Wick, where you get your rings?"
Fifteen racks in my jeans, man, this money, it ain't a thing
And money don't always bring power, fuck it, I want whatever it bring
First young rich n***a out the Crow, I give a fuck about what you think
My n***as sip codeine, they fell too in love with the lean
Had to tell n***a, "Slow down," he just took a piss and that shit was pink
She say I'm Hollywood now, I'm actin' like my shit don't stink
But she finna leave me alone, I don't give no fucks, girl, what you mean?
We fuck on vibes after vibes after vibes
Just bagged a famous ho on my IG live
She asked, "Do you love me?" Must want me to lie
I feel like Gucci in 2005
[Chorus: Summrs]
I'm still that n***a, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
I get straight to the cheese, lil' bitch ass n***a ain't gettin' no beef
The way my n***as shoot that .223, could've went to the league
Pedal to the fuckin' metal, fuck around and die in the SRT
Take my bitch to Ruth Chris, we too lit, I'm too rich
Get your bitch, she choosin', I'm slidin' in her shit (E-Gianni)
My fans keep callin' me a addict, well, fuck it
My friend just scored on some Tris, that's a bucket