Woodgrain Grip - Summa Breeze Lyrics

Im cumin down in my fleetwood Niggas mad cause im eatin good
My dash wood my feet good
Her ass shakin cause my beat good Im slightly tipsy off jose
Give a damn wat a hoe say
Take a bitch and i make her ride
She call me mr biggs like ronald isley Im transparent aint no surprises
What ya see nigga is wat ya get
Got tired of all of these fake rappers So i started makin my own shit
Man im bout as cool as a summers breeze
You a pussy like summers eve
My trunk singin like a parakeet
Lac lac signs on my pair of keys
Im far from being a fake nigga
Tryna put sum steaks on my plate nigga
Da same ones dat ate with ya'll
Turn around and play snake wit ya
I swear these niggas aint official
Im killin em call da grave digger
When i come man i cum correct
I ain even much tryna play wit ya
Got kush all in my grape swishas
No chaser just straight liquor
My paint wet like straight liquid
My bitch bad you can't hit her
We switchin lanes in my old school Top gone nigga no roof
All i do is big body 4 door nigga no coupes
And i bet i can take yo bitch (take yo bitch)
And i said dat
She givin head to me
And iain gotta giver head back
As i head back wit my cup empty Can't see my eyes cause my shades tinted
Can't see inside cause my windows tinted
You aint doin shit if you cant keep it real pimp
Never should you ever mix yo business wit pleasure
But go hard for what you love
And never let a hater catch up
These nihgas keep playin
And i ain sayin that im da greatest
But once u hear dis shit i bet you'll add it to yo playlist