Summrs
Wouldn’t Do That! (Open)
[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey, hey, (This car that I’m in, it goes too fast)
Hey, hey, go, go
(And don’t you play me lil’ n***a) (Do that)
Go, go

[Chorus: Summrs]
This blunt I’m smoking on, yeah, it’s too fat
And this car that I’m in, it goes too fast
And don’t you play me lil’ n***a, wouldn’t do that
And these dreads in my head, ain't no durag
And this bitch I’m fucking on, yeah, she too bad
I heard you broke, lil’ n***a, well that’s too bad
Countin’ racks, countin’ bands, but y’all knew that
I’m a big glow boy, thought you knew that

[Verse: Summrs]
Like bitch, you fucking home?
I’ve been fucking home
She call up my phone
She won’t leave me alone
Good gas to the dome
Said she wanna chill in my home
But you gotta glow little bro
Yeah, you gotta glow a little more
Going fast in the Panama
I’ma takе you to Panama
I’m balling like Ramos
RIP Fredo, the big boss
Want a fеat? It’s a big cost
Got your bitch up in her draws
Crack a seal, in my withdraws
I don’t see none of your vlogs
She like “Summrs, what I gotta do to be in your coupe?”
“To be in your life”
“Let me be your boo”
“You got me feeling right”
“You remind me of goon”
And you cannot play me, ‘cause I’m not a fool
And it ain’t April
All you n***as is fable
Watching me like cable
Pouring syrup, no maple
Suck me under the table
Like I wasn’t lame
Now, they wanna be my friend
Now, they feel ashamed
Go, go, go