Royal Clutch - Sumn 4 Da Weekend lyrics

[Verse 1: Jase] Yo Jase be the one wanna see you doing good If I could Hit them, give them Turkeys for the hood Homewood Suites be the place Where we lay with them freaks When our tour touch them streets Gotta give them what they need I gotta hit you in future tense Even though the futures tense Idiots for presidents Country gotta be getting bent I never sweat when a hoe n***a ain't got no love for me Never miss a step Tammy, Tisha, Keisha, Pam, maybe even Sam Eat it all up no beginners luck Cause they all just f** with me (Ay Jase can you please stop puffin La La) Word to Kos, n***a why lie We probably die high Like kiss the sky high My East Flatbush b**h call me Poppa f**ing with rough sh**, legs tight around my collar (Enough of p**y talk) College loans grip the dollars But grace to Allah We do this rap sh** proper n***as who went double platinum New sh** copper And that's a sure bet Take that a** to Nevada, n***a [Hook] I got baby girl bumping the clutch better believe it She be home wet than a mug I can relieve it Anytime met her at clubs she looking scenic I can give you all that you want what you be needing, Something for the weekend, something for the evening, Something for the weekend, something for the evening, Something for the weekend, something for the evening [Verse 2: Kos D] Yo I'm just feeling like I'm just getting into 24 And at 24 I thought I'd be doing a little more But at 24 I guess I learnt you got to let that go There you go sticking and posting the rope a dope When the joint throwing the punches, I'm having brunches With hunches on switches who wanna f** this, crush this Maybe s** dick, talking about in public I'm tossing caution to wind when I'm f**ing with shorty friend Nasty she look like vashtie the other ca**ie Now she talking bout the dick while I'm in Europe smoking nasty hashish You better ask me what these trashy ashy ba*tards have in common with the hashish I hope they don't ask me if I like this sh** Ima light the spliff and give it right this here Yo you need it more than I do Crew don't move like mine do Plate the chicken mangu Picklis on the side though My team be eating good though Coming around the bush though Cleaner the willy the whistle I'm crystal, round these parts they call me Monte cristo Shorties carry tissues for my n***ah like we mike jack Representing for all my n***ahz independent a** We dro smoking a**, wake up in the morning a** Have y'all fear factors jump up like Joe Rogan a** Toking fast never gave much for the token black Where yo focus at busting these raps, like smoking gats And you know we at, Brooklyn n***ahz back on the map We out 'chea man [Hook] [Verse 3: Reese] You'll always be a part of me, if we're talking tonight's plan One night stand of f**ing's enough of us in my lifespan The right man, not me, will get to sit in that hot seat To give you what you need, if you want D, you got me Prolly, these women onto me, I'm just asking to chill But I'm willing to let ‘em cash in if they fitting the bill Looking for liquor to spill while I'm surveying the setting And prepping to get on my bully, like an afterschool special You could pencil my time to the minute ‘Cause I handle my business Trick is to dig in n***as' chests while I'm finessing their women Soon as I get ‘em, I ditch em, then it's back to the office Ducking calls and logging off, ‘cause a n***a's exhausted Boss hawking, be on my back Like cut a n***a some slack Y'all barely paying with no perks, this work sh** is just wack The first chance to peace out I'm gone, like Reese out To hit the beach with my team, no sleeves, my feet out Just coasting [Hook]