Bucket lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
Man, these n*ggas don't be sippin' for real, man
You see me, I'm scorin' on this sh*t everyday
sh*t ain't never a drought, nope
All my n*ggas pour up, look

[Chorus: Summrs]
I'm still that n*gga, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
I get straight to the cheese, lil' b*tch ass n*gga ain't gettin' no beef
The way my n*ggas shoot that .223, could've went to the league
Pedal to the f*ckin' metal, f*ck around and die in the SRT
Take my b*tch to Ruth Chris, we too lit, I'm too rich
Get your b*tch, she choosin', I'm slidin' in her sh*t (E-Gianni)
My fans keep callin' me a addict, well, f*ck it
My friend just scored on some Tris, that's a bucket

[Bridge: Summrs]
I f*ck on vibes after vibes after vibes
I told her, "Go be a ho, b*tch, f*ck it, it's your life"
(Surreal Gang exclusive)

[Verse: Autumn!]
I'm still that n*gga, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
My n*ggas too damn flee, Amiri jeans with a lil' white tee
Just touched down in Manhattan, I'm finna go link with this P-Y-T
[?] where you find me, just walked in Saks with a whole chopped cheese
These n*ggas stay on my di*k, like, "Ayo, Wick, where you get your rings?"
Fifteen racks in my jeans, man, this money, it ain't a thing
And money don't always bring power, f*ck it, I want whatever it bring
First young rich n*gga out the Crow, I give a f*ck about what you think
My n*ggas sip codeine, they fell too in love with the lean
Had to tell n*gga, "Slow down," he just took a p*ss and that sh*t was pink
She say I'm Hollywood now, I'm actin' like my sh*t don't stink
But she finna leave me alone, I don't give no f*cks, girl, what you mean?
We f*ck on vibes after vibes after vibes
Just bagged a famous ho on my IG live
She asked, "Do you love me?" Must want me to lie
I feel like Gucci in 2005
[Chorus: Summrs]
I'm still that n*gga, yeah, I still be ballin', I could've went straight to the league
I get straight to the cheese, lil' b*tch ass n*gga ain't gettin' no beef
The way my n*ggas shoot that .223, could've went to the league
Pedal to the f*ckin' metal, f*ck around and die in the SRT
Take my b*tch to Ruth Chris, we too lit, I'm too rich
Get your b*tch, she choosin', I'm slidin' in her sh*t (E-Gianni)
My fans keep callin' me a addict, well, f*ck it
My friend just scored on some Tris, that's a bucket