Shady Summer

Lyrics

[Chorus] Yous a shady summer Lil bro died, I ain't been the same Grab that stick, I'm rocking out tryna bust that baby brain I ain't drinking beer, I'm sipping on this Kurt Cobain I got fours in this bitch, I know my [?] Who the fuck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang I'm rolling around the street, they heard Snakehead was stick gang [Verse] I'm so set, I'm double S Suicidal, bitch And if you play with my top your ass gon' be dead And yes, I'm living wrong, but tell niggas fuck the feds And I go to jail a hundred times, I would not tell on shit He say I was acting like I really was a steppa I said, "Boy you know I'm living like that boy, I'm reckless" Seeing demons in my sleep, that's why I shake in my sleep Fuck it, baby, you know I'm like LeBron James I'm fucking elite And I ain't been to church in a while cause I be fighting demons And my pastor praying for mе cause he say I'm in the streets Fuck my facе up, I'm a rockstar And I ain't on my dick looking for no dropcause I'm a pop boy Who the fuck say they gon' kill me? Stop, boy 'Cause I be in the city every day with that Glock, boy Thirty shots tatted on my face, I be ready to catch a case I can't kick it with no goofy cause these niggas super lame And I got drip, I got all this fashion He wanna cop from me, but that boy know he not having I smile at you and I slimed you out You had them P's right at your house I robbed your ass cause you was a clown Nigga no demons to them goons You ain't no demons to them snakes We can creep all in your yard, pop out with them Micro Dracs Shoot a nigga right all in his face [?]on his shirt, that bitch was red Fuck it, I got a crip nigga in Charlotte and he be stepping And how the fuck you think I'm set tripping? I be talking to the streets like I ain't never been a damn Christian Hold up, tell my opps lets rock out What's all that damn pressure 'bout lil bro, you tryna pop out? Loading AR, loading Glocks I'm loading Mac-11s Fuck all them niggas talking down cause they not stepping And I tell you a thousand times, I ain't doing no wrestling Send a nigga to the afterlife cause he was capping My dawg said I was crazy, I need some therapy Fuck that fucking therapy Bro tryna get that baby buried [Chorus] Yous a shady summer Lil bro died, I ain't been the same Grab that stick, I'm rocking out tryna bust that baby brain I ain't drinking beer, I'm sipping on this Kurt Cobain I got fours in this bitch, I know my [?] Who the fuck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang I'm rolling around the street, they heard Snakehead was stick gang