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Est Gee - Summer On Riata Lyrics

Summer on Riata Lyrics[Intro]
Ayy, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)

[Chorus]
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (He said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)

[Verse]
Real beef, I can't let him cop out
I'm tryna knock a top out, and I ain't take the cop route
They ask me who is who and what we do, I told 'em I don't know what they talkin' 'bout
Dementia, bring the chalk out
Old mans can barely walk now
I pull up to your spot and told her walk out
I'm wavin' with my cock out
Them mansions give her cotton mouth
No lackin', fuck you talkin' 'bout?
I got it in the car now
A 50 take an ox out
Still ballin' in the lockout
I'm gettin' it out the box now
Just pull up with the guap now
They go eighteen a pop now
I'll front you what you cop now
I'm gettin' it out the pot now
I'm waitin' on it to lock now
I'm cuttin' it into blocks now
I been done locked my block down
Sneak dissin' get you shot now
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They gon' think it's Armageddon when we pop out (When we pop out)
Standin' on Riata with my Glock out (Standin' on the block, I got my Glock out)

[Chorus]
Unc' just hit my phone, said it's a knockout (Said it's ten, ten, ten)
This the type of pack to beat the block out (Beat the block down)
Swear this nigga crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out (Bro, you crazy, talkin' 'bout a swap-out)
Oozin' juice, that's why I got this mop out (Why I got this fuckin' mop on me)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (It's a guitar now)
I pull up on your block and let it rock out (Pull up on your block and let it ring)
And we don't call 'em sticks no more, it's a guitar now (Let it ring on a nigga)
I'll pull up on your block and let it rock out (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)