ReiseFye - Summum (feat. Gourmet Dre')

Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby Mc Donalds the way you was lovin' it
Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby Mc Donalds the way you was lovin' it
Look welcome to the Northside
Get that money they gone find out where the narcs hide
Ain't no smokin’ when she sucking make her mouth dry
Im so smooth wear my chain as a bow-tie
And that nigga really lame playing both sides
If i really want your brain ima aim high
We ain't never been the same you a lame huh
Ima wash them down at the same time
I'm putting on for the A town
All my brothers thats real they gone stay down
Ain't no love in my circle for fake clowns
When i'm missing that shot grab that rebound
All that boom in my speakers be too loud
Shoot that drum out the the stick clear the whole crowd
Brand new slug so you know ain't no prints found
Got you gone now theres nothing to do now
Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby Mc Donalds the way you was lovin' it
Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby Mc Donalds the way you was lovin' it
I walk in this bitch with the latest drip
Blicky on my hip you see how i'm coming
Hear them talking bout this and that
How they do the most but ain't doing nothing
Nigga baby momma in my Dm's
She want a real hitta put it in her stomach
We got glock nines big 45's
Guess you can say these niggas days are numbered
Sliding through the hood in a big body
With the music blasting me and four patnas
Ready to get in something yeah they hella loaded
Cause they mixed it in with a coat prada
Im a trench baby with a little paper
Still rock AF1's but the coat prada
They say i'm racks on racks got a whole lotta
She say i'm savage with it i'm a cold model
Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby Mc Donalds the way you was lovin' it
Base in the back of that bitch got the town going crazy
I swear you gone hear when i'm coming
I get the packages zipped you ain't smelling that shit
When i'm sleep i be dreaming bout thumbin'
Straight to them racks you can see how i run it
Hit her from the back leave a bun in the oven
You would think it was holiday how i was stuffing it
And baby McDonalds the way you was lovin' it

Written by:
tyreise stephens

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