Last Summer
Aye kumi turn that shit up
Yeah
Yeah
Last summer all the wait (Woah woah)
Last summer all the things that we had
Last summer all the things up in the past
They didn't really last
Really last (Huh)
Yeah yeah
I'm tryna roll wit you
Blicky blicky it's gone fold wit you
Baby girl, do you know the truth
Yeah yeah
Go head to toe wit you
Man forget all the stuff in the past
I'm tryna go out wit you (Yeah)
Yeah
I'm tryna chill wit some friends
I'm tryna fly to Japan
Yeah I ballin'
So they know I'm the man
Yeah
Hop in a rari
Skrt, hop in a lam (Lamborghini)
I'm tryna stack up some bread for the fam
Met a new shorty and her name was Pam
Drip to hard
Shoot, I forgot you couldn't swim
Balling to hard so they call me lil tim
Playing these biddies I guess ima pimp
Ooh ooh yeah
My haters be ballin' like curry
Too hot need a jersey
And the shot gone be wet like a flurry
The shot gone be wet like a flurry
I told my shorty don't worry
This is not Stevie Wonder no blurry
I'm stacking it up better hurry
I'm stacking it up better hurry
Raf Simmon,Yeah they cost me a bag
Two hunnid, when I speed in my jag
Too hot, so they throw me a flag
Last summer, hold up wait
Skrt yuh
Pull up the gang we gone ride wit you
She said she gone pass a tide or two
Baby girl would I lie to you
Last summer it was cool
Stick on me like its pool
They was hating like it's cool
I get to flexing
I keep the FN
Woah, I keep the FN
I keep the FN no time for stressing
Yeah, it's just a blessing
Pull up wit a whip, we gone ride wit you
Ride wit you
Green bay packers no slime no green
They gone slime wit you
Slime wit you
We get to talking
You get to walking
Mmh
I hand you my phone
And you get to logging
You look at my eyes
And we get to stalking
Ric Flair drip no offset
Shawty you bad you toxic
Leave him dead watch him die in his coffin
Girl you bad we should do this more often
I got that drip drip from my neck
You not a crip crip on a set
You try to play me that's a bet
I shoot my shot until it's wet
They be on slat slat
Wipe ya nose
You ain't gang
You don't know what you chose
Girl you bad go and strike you a pose
Girl you bad go and strike you a pose
Last summer
Last summer all we had
Mmh
Yeah
Yeah
Last summer all the wait (Woah woah)
Last summer all the things that we had
Last summer all the things up in the past
They didn't really last
Really last (Huh)
Yeah yeah
I'm tryna roll wit you
Blicky blicky it's gone fold wit you
Baby girl, do you know the truth
Yeah yeah
Go head to toe wit you
Man forget all the stuff in the past
I'm tryna go out wit you (Yeah)
Yeah
I'm tryna chill wit some friends
I'm tryna fly to Japan
Yeah I ballin'
So they know I'm the man
Yeah
Hop in a rari
Skrt, hop in a lam (Lamborghini)
I'm tryna stack up some bread for the fam
Met a new shorty and her name was Pam
Drip to hard
Shoot, I forgot you couldn't swim
Balling to hard so they call me lil tim
Playing these biddies I guess ima pimp
Ooh ooh yeah
My haters be ballin' like curry
Too hot need a jersey
And the shot gone be wet like a flurry
The shot gone be wet like a flurry
I told my shorty don't worry
This is not Stevie Wonder no blurry
I'm stacking it up better hurry
I'm stacking it up better hurry
Raf Simmon,Yeah they cost me a bag
Two hunnid, when I speed in my jag
Too hot, so they throw me a flag
Last summer, hold up wait
Skrt yuh
Pull up the gang we gone ride wit you
She said she gone pass a tide or two
Baby girl would I lie to you
Last summer it was cool
Stick on me like its pool
They was hating like it's cool
I get to flexing
I keep the FN
Woah, I keep the FN
I keep the FN no time for stressing
Yeah, it's just a blessing
Pull up wit a whip, we gone ride wit you
Ride wit you
Green bay packers no slime no green
They gone slime wit you
Slime wit you
We get to talking
You get to walking
Mmh
I hand you my phone
And you get to logging
You look at my eyes
And we get to stalking
Ric Flair drip no offset
Shawty you bad you toxic
Leave him dead watch him die in his coffin
Girl you bad we should do this more often
I got that drip drip from my neck
You not a crip crip on a set
You try to play me that's a bet
I shoot my shot until it's wet
They be on slat slat
Wipe ya nose
You ain't gang
You don't know what you chose
Girl you bad go and strike you a pose
Girl you bad go and strike you a pose
Last summer
Last summer all we had
Mmh
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Writer(s): Drelyn Walker
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