[Prehook x2: London Jae]
We gone do this out the summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take out them old shoes
[Verse 1: London Jae]
We f** them motors, (?) my sh** straight out of (?)
Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that chick
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them (?) on the back, so the b**h sit low
Got a grand for the paint, (?) blow snow
(?) like woah
Cashin' out, never cashin' in
Tired of livin' (?) in
The ho goin' crazy, f** you pay me
Summer on the way, so why the f** you hatin'?
And I'mma k** this summer, word to momma
And I put that on my motherf**in' gunners, I'm a stunna
These b**hes love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, b**h I don't do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse
[Hook: London Jae]
(I'mma k** this summer)
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda sh**
(Man I'mma k** this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my (?)
100 grand, coulda bought a car
(I'mma k** this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, (?), on my feet
(Man I'mma k** this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, (?)
[Bridge x2: Young Thug]
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
I'm taking the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
(?) the Benz ain't rented, ho
(?) on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this sh** like (?), aka Lieutenant, ho
Jockin' and be with me, he jockin' and be with me
And if you want them birds, I got a (flock of them with me)
No (?) and rich n***as is my icons
I'm not an (?), but if you need bricks (?)
Come back to you, like the back of you
Now I'm after you
And if you order more, we'll feed you rat food
[Hook: London Jae]
[Verse 3: London Jae]
(?) and the top gone
Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron
Got a bad b**h and a wife at home
Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin' overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a b**h
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in Full like (?)
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
I'm on my grind in that real (?)
Man, I'm on my sh**, b**hes on my dick
Designer frames on my face
Can't see you n***as from outer space
Panoramic views, wanna (?)
In the penthouse where we chillin' at
I'm from zone three, bleedin' there
n***a f** you if you ain't feelin' it
Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes
Too many fans, I do a lotta shows
Got a lotta paper, f** the haters
10 grand in the club, ain't nothin' major
Do what I want, everyday
f** many groupies, I'm London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, I'm on time
Now that's what I call a hell of a summer
[Hook: London Jae]