[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Woah
Woah
Damn, ayy
[Verse 1]
All these bad b*tches love my music, I be fu*kin' fans
Off Patrón and champagne in the club, do your fu*kin' dance
Nasty-ass b*tch out here trickin', she gon' fu*k for bands
You ain't got no dog sh*t on you, where your rubber bands?
I'll make it rain, make it storm in this b*tch, I'm the thunder man
Used to cook— is that bu*ter, man?
Bad b*tch ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man
You the type of ni**a probably tell on your brother, damn
Almost had to beat a ni**a ass, that's my brother's friend
b*tch, I'm left handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In the room full of bad b*tches, I'm in mother land
Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter man
ni**a said that he was gon' do what? What the fu*k you sayin'?
I get so motherfu*kin' high, how the fu*k you land?
I get kicked out of hotels, how the fu*k you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the fu*k you playin'?
[Chorus]
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
[Verse 2]
Ayy, how the fu*k it's summertime, but it's cold as fu*k?
Ran off on the plug, well, you bold as fu*k
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as fu*k
I'm finna hit up on my b*tch like, "Come on, let's fu*k"
Got a surprise for a b*tch, I tell a ho, "Guess what?"
b*tch trippin' over shoes
Catch your balance, lil' b*tch, you better not waste my cup
ni**a better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt
Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt
I was up a hundred last April, I can't make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Ayy, just because I came from out the hood
Just because I came from— ah
Just because I came from the hood— ah
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Count so much motherfu*kin' money, I got paper cuts
I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut
Let a bad b*tch break my heart, I can't tape this up
Why the fu*k you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' dump?
b*tch, I could've ran for president, but I ain't no Trump
Why the fu*k you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust
b*tch, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' fu*k
I can't fall in love with no b*tch, 'cause it ain't no trust
Oh, are you, are you talkin' 'bout like, like, like you and me? Oh
b*tch, it ain't no fu*kin' you and me like it ain't no us
I just pulled up in a wide body like this ain't no truck
Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck
Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck
I just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts
We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like who racing us?
I'll smoke a ni**a by myself, get to facin' blunts
I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch
[Chorus]
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn