Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer
Now I need me a boo thing for the summer
We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer
You can't tie me up though
Shit, I don't even tie shoe strings for the summer
I just let 'em hang
Like a new chain for the summer
Speaking of, I doubled the Cubans for the summer
Black girlfriend like, "Really? Two chains for the summer?"
But I done blew change on a few things that that was dumber
That's why it's cash rules like Wu Tang for the summer
With that said, I might cop two things for the summer
They both gon' be blacker than Luol Deng for the summer
And then I'm nicknamin' 'em Hussein and Osama
That's a Saudi and an Afghan, new slang for the summer
That's the Audi and the Aston's new names for the summer
Cup in my hand, it's D'USSÉ for the summer
E'ry night a dark night, I'm Bruce Wayne for the summer, Lord
[Verse 2]
Summertime shootouts, the wild west, uh
Brand new kicks and white tees, my style fresh, uh
Talkin' fly to every shawty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer, but at least give me a weekend with it, yeah
Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress, uh
Runnin' game like the summer tournaments
Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on a bench, Lord
[Verse 3]
It's all or nothing for the summer
Just coppin', we ain't cuffin' for the summer
Playlist poppin', let it shuffle for the summer
Me and this fly chick with a duffle for the summer, Lord
Ass like a carry-on, marijuana marathon
On them nice Saturday's people be gettin' married on
But we just tryna catch the party
Flip it like a spatula, shawty
Got bands, matchin' Carti's
Strippers like the bachelor parties
I'm a butt smacker when I'm off the nutcracker
Barry Sanders on hoes, hell of a cut-backer
Slut, back up, too much act up
Ain't no cash behind you, I got too much back up
I mean, paper keep comin', can't do nothin' but stack it
Swag too crazy, can't do nothin' but jack it
My studio's a padded room, I'm a flowin' like I had a shroom
Should've dropped this for the summer like the son I had in June, Lord
[Verse 4]
Summertime shootouts, the wild west, uh
Brand new kicks and white tees, my style fresh, uh
Talkin' fly to every shawty walkin' by, she could get it
For the summer, but at least give me a weekend with it, yeah
Summertime shootouts, the wild west
Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress, uh
Running game like the summer tournaments
Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on a bench, Lord
[Verse 5]
Lord
Lord
Lord
[Verse 6]
Ay, yo, LA for the winter, New York City for the summer
Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number
No time for hopin' you call
I mean, girl, you so dope I might go through withdrawal
Fall in love for the summer then elope in the fall
You ain't even gotta pack soon as they open the mall
She could hit it, she could get it, she could get it, yeah
She could get it, it's too early for the titles, but feel like we committed
It's the vacay, Nets games at the Barclays
Bustin' off in the bed, soundin' like AK's
Brrat, brrrat, brrrat
All up in it like, where it at?
Never had a real one in your life, took care of that
When you fuckin' with the gold chains on, you hear that
Bling, bling, every time I hit it from the back
Bling, bling, fuck around and go another round, ding, ding
Yeah, that money got me on my Mayweather
Gone for the winter, at least until that May weather
It's too cold back home, I had to stay weather
Never did this before, don't ever say never
Written by:
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out