Lyrics
Mmmh, mmmh, mmmh, mmmh, mmmh
Tell that bitch enjoy summer, cause when winter time come around you ain't gone have my number
In the field like Aaron Plumber, NFL like Travis Hunter, get the sack try not to fumble
I was broke I had to get it out the mud remain humble
Ain't have shit, so I just dare a pussy nigga say some
I don't got friends, my brothers be my motherfuckin' day ones
We both got hearts but I can promise we don't got the same one
They keep on talkin' and don't have a clue bout where I came from
I keep my distance, you can keep on livin' your fantasy
You too controllin' like the demons runnin' after me
No competition, don't you ever try to battle me
Anything I touch it just might turn into a masterpiece
Mmmh, mmmh, mmmh, mmmh, mmmh
This paper, I said this paper
Grinding from the start I'm on a run, I'll see you later
Fuck haters, I said fuck haters
Grinding from the start I'm on a run, I'll see you later
Shawty way too gone and I'm too grown, no I can't save her
Out here all alone, I'm in my zone like I'm Darth Vader
She wanna be my clone, she know that I'm a paper chaser
I might replace her or I might erase her
I'ma go erase the bitch, I'ma go sing some shit
I'ma sip lean, I'ma get bands, I'ma come famous
Ain't stressin, you know I'ma make it
Shit that I got through amazing, my life was never just basic
Voice in my head doin' races, feel like I hunt some mazes
Take a day off to get wasted, wake up a bitch get naked
She roll me a blunt just to face it
Then I give her my dick just to taste it
A lot of fuck niggas, they hate it
Look at them glazin' and now that we made it
Whip a Mercedes, that's where I'm goin
To fuck on your last, lil bro, lil bitch, she a thotty
Come around, always say that, askin' bout a bottle
I ain't cool with niggas that be chillin' at the bottom
Gotta cut you off, if you ain't tryin' to get up outta
Hundred grand cash, lookin' like I hit a lotto
Stuffing these pants got me walkin' with a waddle
Go and catch a dance from my IG model
Tossing all these bands like a real Don Dada
My chains a lil better, my pendant is better
My family is better, I'm chasin' my goals
Run with some menaces, tuck all my feelings
And rockin' margielas and dodgin' these hoes
Whoa, yeah, ran that bitch up bought a Rolls Royce
Coming from the bottom, had no choice
Can't afford them rims, you broke
Boy, boy, broke bitch, huh
Tell that bitch what
Tell that bitch enjoy da summer
Cause when winter come around, you ain't gon' have my number no more
You ain't gon' have my number no more
Tell that bitch enjoy summer
Cause when winter time come around, you ain't gon' have my number
In the field like Aaron Plumber
NFL like Travis Hunter
Get the sack, try not to fumble
I was broke, I had to get it out
The mud remain humble
Ain't have shit, so I just dare a pussy nigga say some
I don't got friends, my brothers be my motherfuckin' day ones
We both got hearts, but I can promise we don't got the same one
They keep on talkin' and don't have a clue bout where I came from
Tell that bitch enjoy summer
Cause when winter time come around, you ain't gon' have my number
In the field like Aaron Plumber
NFL like Travis Hunter
Get the sack, try not to fumble
I was broke, I had to get it out
The mud remain humble
Ain't have shit, so I just dare a pussy nigga say some
I don't got friends, my brothers be my motherfuckin' day ones
We both got hearts, but I can promise we don't got the same one
They keep on talkin' and don't have a clue bout where I came from