Wick - Summer Time Saga

Chillin'

Good friends
Good checks
Good eats
Late texts
Good sex
Good grief
No face
Not hate
No beef
Aye Nae
Aye Nae
You lay straight heat
Awh darn
Ah shucks
What's that
Wassup
Y'all made me blush
Y'all just to much
Got a swag like tip
With a drop top Chevy
With the roof wide open
And cooler than a yeti I'm
Chilling
Chilling

You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah

Drank last night
My voice kinda gone
But a kid got deadlines
Got meet those
Gotta blame that Red Bull we know
I hit 16's like free throws
Fuck up that beat like deebo
In your Xbox like cheat codes
I still go marshawn beats mode
For these people
I earned my stripes like adidas
I feel like yeezy
I'm very nice
Like jerry rice
I'm off TD's
Came up on bankroll
Chasing the platinum and gold
I'm tryna get back on the road
I guess that how it go
Aye oh
Y'all to fucking extra man I lay low
Y'all to busy texting man some lame hoe
I'm to busy focused on my bankroll
Bankroll
Cause I'm chilling chilling

You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah

Drunk off xo
Shorty saying xoxo
Do you wanna fuck I guess so
Probably beat it up like metro
I got a girl in Columbus
Got a girl out in Florida
I line that shit up like ferternity row
And I hit in in order
Yuh
Yuh
Good friends
Good checks
Good eats
Late texts
Good sex
Good grief
No face
Not hate
No beef
Aye Nae
Aye Nae
You lay straight heat
Awh darn
Ah shucks
What's that
Wassup
Y'all made me blush
Y'all just to much
Got a swag like tip
With a drop top Chevy
With the roof wide open
And cooler than a yeti I'm
Chilling
Chilling

You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
Chilling
Chilling
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah

Aye oh
Y'all to fucking extra man I lay low
Y'all to busy texting man some lame hoe
I'm to busy focused on my bankroll
Bankroll
Party all day
Yea we living right
Up in the clouds
Yea we so high
Ain't got school
We up all night
Ask what we doin
Yea we living right
I feel so alive
We making moves
So much do do
But I can't choose
Don't give a fuck
So we letting loose
We out here
Yea we making moves
Hit my phone
Where's that addy
Where we at
Yea it's summer
And you know we party like that
Raise the roof
Drop the top
Yea we kicking back
We ain't got no worries
Left them in my bag

You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah
You can't kill my mood
Kill my mood nah

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Writer(s): Aaron Wickham
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