Summer ’25

Lyrics

[Intro] (Summertime Butch) Yo [Verse] It's summer '25 already, look how quick a year passed The Thunder won a chip, the whole LA smell like tear gas Connects still tappin' in, I told 'em "I'm retired, still" (I'm retired, still) He said you gon' regret it like Zion regret Moriah Mills Spent last summer broke, but now we up, we gotta give him his 'Cause last year was y'all turn, but this summer, y'all stick-up kids Bundy had a daughter, Bean back home from that prison bid The streets need a Griselda album, and, shit, I need a bigger crib But, once I left thе streets, I watched the sun set in Greecе Come back to visit Shay gravesite, tell bruh "Rest in peace" (Rest in peace, Shay) I got seniority with the plug, he said it's one left for me (Just for me) My own boss, so, I could drop a tape, when one just released (My own boss) The independent hustle, yeah, I came up eatin' off the backend With better jewels and longer runs than rappers who went platinum Its Summertime Butch deuce, I had to make it annual In a pot scrapin' granules, that's how I made it tangible I'm Montana Ave Butch, I'm literally from trap heaven Y'all niggas chit-chat reckless, and basically, that's tellin' Can't compare me to no new rappers, they gotta be past legends She ask for dough before I fuck, but, basically, that's beggin' I'm in every state, guess you could say that I'm a travel hustler Seen 'em try to do what Butch did, and don't last a summer They seventeen a joint, we break the whip down and wrap 'em under That price go where I go, just like Davante Adams number (Woo) I'll buy a pallet from you, just write down that magic number Been so good for so long, that they don't think I have the hunger Ain't addin' up, I chew through shit (Chew through shit), which rapper I'ma have for supper? (Who? Which one?) Depending what your watch cost, her bra unfasten for you They wanna see my status plummet, probably say "I had it comin'" Meanwhile, I'm grindin', stackin' hundreds, flyin' pack in luggage Ah, it ain't no clouds and it's ninety outside That mean it's grimy outside But, fuck it, you can still find me outside [Outro] Summer '25