Summer Trip
Summer trip, yeah, down to the south
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth
We on the west coast, slide with my mans
Always do the most, out rocks on my hands
Throw a couple bands, make my demands
First in command, move contraband
It's never unplanned, I hope you understand
Never underhand, I could go on land
Rock Off-White, we go all night
Feeling alright, rock into the daylight
We outta sight, hop on a flight
High as a motherfucking satellite (Yeah)
Hop in the Benz, maybe go to France
Get some romance, get my advance
Let's take a chance, ice on my wrist
Take another glance (Yeah)
Shining bright cause I'm standing in the spotlight
Play no games, yeah, we stay out of sight
Ice is dripping wet, shine real bright
Only baguettes, rocking all white
I'm feeling excite, summer trip in a fort night
Half the song, had to re-write
I've been trapping out the back street
New foreign blast past me
Drop the top, no I D
Speed so fast, got the drip, call it I V
Tryna leave the past right behind me
Chillin' on the west side, yeah you guessed right
Never get red-eyed, icy, you get frost bight
While we take a ride at the traffic light
My time is occupied, my diamonds real bright
You ain't fuck with me, you finna fuck with me
Try your luck on me, you better duck on me
We could pull up on you, show you what the magnum do
Leave you black and blue, twenty bands on these tennis shoes
Summer trip, yeah, down to the south
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth
We on the west coast, more water than the ocean
Consult the holy ghost, why my neck so frozen
Energy is utmost, that's why I'm chosen
I represent where I'm from, I show emotion
Your hands are ashy, man, here you go, take some lotion
I mean, it's fuck the ops, my water in the sun just drip-drops
Holiday lifestyle is what I'm living
Hop in the whip, I drop the top
Yeah, I really kill it, pull up, barber shop
Fresh fade is how I'm getting
Quick quick, chop chop, need to get this guap guap
Pull up on us and you get shot shot
Better watch watch, cause I got the block hot
Send shots and I dodge dodge
Thought I liked you but you thought, thought (You really thought I liked you, though, nah)
Summer trip, yeah, down to the south
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth (Ayy)
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth
We on the west coast, slide with my mans
Always do the most, out rocks on my hands
Throw a couple bands, make my demands
First in command, move contraband
It's never unplanned, I hope you understand
Never underhand, I could go on land
Rock Off-White, we go all night
Feeling alright, rock into the daylight
We outta sight, hop on a flight
High as a motherfucking satellite (Yeah)
Hop in the Benz, maybe go to France
Get some romance, get my advance
Let's take a chance, ice on my wrist
Take another glance (Yeah)
Shining bright cause I'm standing in the spotlight
Play no games, yeah, we stay out of sight
Ice is dripping wet, shine real bright
Only baguettes, rocking all white
I'm feeling excite, summer trip in a fort night
Half the song, had to re-write
I've been trapping out the back street
New foreign blast past me
Drop the top, no I D
Speed so fast, got the drip, call it I V
Tryna leave the past right behind me
Chillin' on the west side, yeah you guessed right
Never get red-eyed, icy, you get frost bight
While we take a ride at the traffic light
My time is occupied, my diamonds real bright
You ain't fuck with me, you finna fuck with me
Try your luck on me, you better duck on me
We could pull up on you, show you what the magnum do
Leave you black and blue, twenty bands on these tennis shoes
Summer trip, yeah, down to the south
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth
We on the west coast, more water than the ocean
Consult the holy ghost, why my neck so frozen
Energy is utmost, that's why I'm chosen
I represent where I'm from, I show emotion
Your hands are ashy, man, here you go, take some lotion
I mean, it's fuck the ops, my water in the sun just drip-drops
Holiday lifestyle is what I'm living
Hop in the whip, I drop the top
Yeah, I really kill it, pull up, barber shop
Fresh fade is how I'm getting
Quick quick, chop chop, need to get this guap guap
Pull up on us and you get shot shot
Better watch watch, cause I got the block hot
Send shots and I dodge dodge
Thought I liked you but you thought, thought (You really thought I liked you, though, nah)
Summer trip, yeah, down to the south
Never leave a bad taste in your mouth
Pay my own way, yeah, never doubt
Iced out grill all in my mouth (Ayy)
Credits
Writer(s): Gareth Drew
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