Summer Time

When I hop on any beat I gotta come correct
Might as well call me nike I keep the game in check
Tattoos on my arms so I'm gonna flex
Hop up in the whip and she asking where we goin next
I keep on running and gunning
They keep on coming and fronting
That girl so stunning it's something
This beat is humming and bumping
The bass keep punchin and punching
While I keep stunting and rushing
I always spit like it's nothin
That's just the end no discussion
Push start and I'm hopping on 75
SadBois hit me up you know gotta make it live
Coming for ya head like a line drive
Song of the summer keep it buzzin like a beehive
Full flow you not deprived
Neck deep in the game so I didn't have to take a dive
Hop in VIP cuz we don't need a line
SadBois and Mono hot boys for the summer time



Credits
Writer(s): Elias Costidis
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