SummerTime Breeze

Get a feel of the summertime breeze
You feel from ya head
All the way to your feet
We ridin down the street
We trynna have a good time
Trynna link with the homies
No we not lying
I need a cup I'm trynna
Pour up
Pour up
Send the addy
We gonna show up
Show up
The night is young
Can we go up
Go up
I need a Dutch
Let's roll up
Roll up

Riding in the car
I get a FaceTime
It's the homie trynna hit me up
So I pick up on the line
He asking what we on
I said I'm trynna figure out
He say he got the gas on him
And to pull at his house
I make 3 rights
Then I pull up in his yard
Got out
And heard then loud Ass barking dogs
We go sit on the couch
And put 2 in the air

Then the homie said
Let's invite some people over here
I said cool
We can mix up some juice
Let me call some people up
They got some bottles too
So we can set the mood
And it be a fucking movie
I'm trynna invite ******
You know the one with the fat booty
He said stop lying
I told him I was serious
He started clowning at me
Like Eddie in Delirious
But the night is young
I just need a single chance
It's a summertime breeze
I'm just the summertime man

If you ain't up on thangs
D Wilk is the name
And we pouring up a drank
Got the music playing
And we rolling up the big stank
I got my shawty dancing on me
And she doing her thang
She threw back and look at me
Like she was saying yours
And I gave the look right back at her
Saying I know that for sure
And we party and having
Until bout 2 in the morning
Then my nigga ran in the house
Said the police are just coming
We said what
Then we hear booming ass knock
It was 2 police officers
Saying that loud music had to stop
So we all was like fine
But it really killed the mood
So the party stopped
We trynna figure out what to do
So we all got in our cars
And we rolling down the highway
Pulled up to the light
Then the homie yelled my way
If y'all want some food
We bout head down
You know where we going too
Straight to Cookout