Ariana Grande! lyrics

[Intro: Autumn]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
KanKan on the beat
Slayworld soldier

[Chorus: Summrs]
Hundred dollar f*cking entrees
The choppa Ariana Grande
Undercover jeans, can't find me
Hit the lick, hop on the PJ
I'm with my piranhas, you with them lil' mermaids
We had to f*ck a lil' b*tch on the first day
Then put a little hit on your punk ass
I'm in the whip, we smoking on dumb gas
How you getting jugged by that dumbass?
Whoa, this b*tch got kickback
I think that lil' b*tch know Karate or sum
At bandcamp with them hundred round drums
You look sick, need some syrup or sum?
Can't kill you then we blow at your moms
Hop in that Beamer and serve your aunt

[Verse 1: Summrs]
You f*cking them kids like a perv or sum
I think the Perc hit my nerve or sum
I feel like I'm high off the Earth or sum
Feel like-Feel like I'm high off the Earth or sum
[Verse 2: Autumn!]
That b*tch know I'm fly like a bird or sum
Say he better than me, that's unheard of, son
That n*gga want smoke, we gon' hurt you, son
Dump his lil' ass in the dirt or sum
That Glock got a di*k, it hold thirty-one
In that Z06, that b*tch hurry
Good Benni's, n*gga eating curry
And we shooting sh*t like Curry
Flash in the muzzle, leave his vision blurry
Where is the bag? b*tch, I'm on a journey
Triple S n*ggas, I don't shop at Journey's
Can't have the women, we need a new method
n*gga want smoke, introduce him to Wesson
I got some shooters, they stay on the West end
Twin Uzis, yeah, them b*tches is besties
Still look classy on a mission, don't test me
Just scored on a piece, yeah, I feel like Messi
Just got some bands, n*gga, that's a blessing
Just need the vans, n*gga, that's the next thing, yeah

[Chorus: Summrs]
Hundred dollar f*cking entrees
The choppa Ariana Grande
Undercover jeans, can't find me
Hit the lick, hop on the PJ
I'm with my piranhas, you with them lil' mermaids
We had to f*ck a lil' b*tch on the first day
Then put a little hit on your punk ass
I'm in the whip, we smoking on dumb gas
How you getting jugged by that dumbass?
Whoa, this b*tch got kickback
I think that lil' b*tch know Karate or sum
At band camp with them hundred round drums
You look sick, need some syrup or sum?
Can't kill you then we blow at your moms
Hop in that Beamer and serve your aunt