08' Summer
If you ever catch me
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
Now that tee
Shirt got picture
An exclusive copy
That Lul dude
Had to try me
Just to prove he bout
It's all about them
Numbers
how you prove
You got it
But I can't let
Them see my hands
Cause this deuce
Get wildin
You never see
Me out in public
Cause I can't
Hold a rocket
And bitches wantin
All money
swear my life
Getting harder
Cause I'm so use to
Having nothing
So spend the deposits
Like I ain't got it
If you ever catch me
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
Now that tee shirt
Got a picture a exclusive
Copy
That Lul dude had to try It
Just to prove he bout it
It's all about the numbers
How you prove you got
But he ain't know
I had 40 filled
With hollows to stop
And I ain't playing
No hop scotch
We just gone up it and
Chalk em
His mother crying
At the wake
Give ha kiss and
A Wallet
Tell her ha son he
Was a pussy
Trynna play with
The hardest
Like I ain't bout
If you ever catch me
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
RIP my brother
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
Now that tee
Shirt got picture
An exclusive copy
That Lul dude
Had to try me
Just to prove he bout
It's all about them
Numbers
how you prove
You got it
But I can't let
Them see my hands
Cause this deuce
Get wildin
You never see
Me out in public
Cause I can't
Hold a rocket
And bitches wantin
All money
swear my life
Getting harder
Cause I'm so use to
Having nothing
So spend the deposits
Like I ain't got it
If you ever catch me
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
Now that tee shirt
Got a picture a exclusive
Copy
That Lul dude had to try It
Just to prove he bout it
It's all about the numbers
How you prove you got
But he ain't know
I had 40 filled
With hollows to stop
And I ain't playing
No hop scotch
We just gone up it and
Chalk em
His mother crying
At the wake
Give ha kiss and
A Wallet
Tell her ha son he
Was a pussy
Trynna play with
The hardest
Like I ain't bout
If you ever catch me
Lacking that's gone be
Ya summer
Cause my niggas
Gone get with you
It's gone rain and thunder
All that clapping
Sound like cheering
But it's lead and trauma
Bullets rain down
On ya ass it feel like
08 summer
My nigga just
Got off the band
He back to selling
Molly
We probably book
A flight to France
And Do some retail
Shopping
You niggas
Stay stuck in the jam
You rat you fucking
Snotty
you always Swearing
That you slime
You just another body
RIP my brother
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Writer(s): Kyle Ard
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