Lyrics

[Verse] Fuck your summer, nigga, this my summer Last time, we went up, now this time, we goin' upper This lil' Glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin' Act bad if you want, 'cause it's hot, we gon' put you under Two pink 10s, eight of Tris' put me in the slumber Bro gon' FaceTime you, he don't care about no football numbers She doin' shit for me and never you 'cause I'm way turnter Chaldean with me with the weed, he look just like Burner I ain't cookin' grits on this stove, I hope I don't burn it I had to tell my bitch she too pretty, she be tryna hurt 'em You in bad shape 'cause I'm seein' squares in your circle I can't listen to a word you say 'cause you niggas hurdle Nigga, fuck your summer, and fuck your baby mama I'm at the pool party dripped in Dolce Gabbana I ain't even proud of this bitch, but she in Prada She think she 'bout to get the whole stove, she ain't get nada I got more money than your last nigga, bitch, be honest I was broke as hell, I had to put that shit behind me I moved so many jeans, Mike Amiri tried to come and sign me My body overshinin', my jeweler must want me to blind him Bitch, fuck your summer and your broke-ass baby daddy Take these fake blues to the O, that'll make me happy Two half a tickets in a year, watch me make it happen Did it all in some white buffs and my hair was nappy I gotta watch what I say on songs 'cause I ain't just rappin' They ain't have her size in Chanel, she done threw a tantrum We gon' put a nigga on a flier My nickname should've been Louis, look at my attire I can't be around these rappin' niggas, they be wearin' wires Bitch, is we 'bout to fuck or not? I don't do surprises She told me she was done with her nigga, but this bitch a liar I can sip this Wock' shit all day, but I'm never tired I keep stabbin' off in this Jeep, I'ma need some tires Gotta have a body or be ready to get one, it's required I started off a buyer, I done turned to the supplier My hood like The Wire, make this ARP sing like a choir Jumped in that pussy like a diaper I'm high as fuck rollin' up a 'Wood, hopin' I get higher Yesterday, I went and spent your favorite rapper earnings She ain't got no money, but she bad, that's concerning I just got a hundred pounds gone, it was perfect Got the pape', he met up with bro, it was third person Bitch gon' text me askin' what I'm doin' 'cause you know I'm workin' I feel like I won a championship 'cause my bitch a trophy I should go and get a life jacket, all this water on me Don't hit my phone nothin' this— Don't hit my phone nothin' this summer, bitch, you not important Fuck your summer, nigga, this my summer Last time, we went up, now this time, we goin' upper This lil' Glock got the stutter, these backshots got her runnin' I'm a real mob boss, get the plug double crossed When I go and get [?], I need shrimp with the sauce All these bedrooms in my new crib, I be lost Got that shit on me now, I ain't never took it off