SOPLICA/SYM

[Intro] I hate Summer, I hate Summer I can't bring the walk to Poland [?] fuck it Huh [Verse] I can't bring the walk to Poland got Policja in my sprite I can't bring the walk to Poland got Policja in my sprite I hate flying back to London, cause' gotta leave my pipe Boy don't get it twisted, I'm not lacking I'll still use my knife Huh, wet him up Huh, huh, wet him up Splash him up Wet him up Splash him up Wet him up I can tell you niggas ain't got cash you gassed bout' VETEMENTS I don't wanna smoke you niggas don't want miss you with my runtz Ya'll niggas ain't a pack, ya'll some Grabba I say [?] fuck a [?] give me free Prada My Spanish bitch drive the dually truck off the [?] You talkin' shit we fuck around get you wacked up like Piñata This dumbass leach my energy she won't get nada' Like brand new blick that's new artillery like an armada Like ¿Qué lo que? aim at your brain, aimin' at your [?] [?] like suck your mother