summer fling
Yeah yeah yeah
Flowing different like the greats in me
These niggas out here imitate
Don't imitate and don't you hate on me
Where the weed only got an eighth on me
Left them niggas in the slums bet them niggas wish they ate with me
Bad bitches steady dating me
Check my record never slipped I fucked a bad bitch faithfully
Niggas bitches steady hittin' me
You wasn't talkin' to me then
So don't be talkin' to me now
And bitches sneaky like they friends
So don't bring Keisha and them around
She want the arguing to end
Like I wanna go another round
That bitch is toxic see
She never miss a beat
She breakin' hearts and takin' trips
She in Miami Beach (Yeah)
I knew a hoe from Florida that bitch was crazy though
First girl who taught me side bitches can't play they role
They praisin' niggas that ain't better than me
They dead wrong
But I be showin' niggas love on each and every song
And I'm still comin' for this paper it won't be long
My bro he ready for the riches
Put that nigga in VLone
My bro be trippin' off these hoes
Nigga leave that bitch alone
Nah for real these hoes ain't good for you
Leave that bitch alone
Yeah turn me up then go turn me up
The first night I seen that bitch was the first night she let me fuck
The first night we see that nigga is the first night he gettin' slumped
My bro he one on one a nigga so fuck a nigga gettin' jumped (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah Tae my thug you know wassup (Yeah)
And that bitch who live in Clayton already know she gettin' snuck
That's my brother you know wassup (Yeah)
Big stepper you know wassup (Yeah)
He keep that mud up in his cup
All my niggas gettin' buck
Yeah you know my niggas be outside
All my niggas with me slide
They got the pistol on his side
That boy ain't think he could get touched (Yeah)
What a time to be alive (Mm)
Yeah, yeah fucked her good she tell me thank you
But that pussy so good
I had to turn around and thank you
I fuck with love but that shit painful
It's fucked up but I can't blame you
She fucked me up but she an angel
Them niggas shootin' in all angles
You know them niggas with me slide
You know them niggas with me
They got the pistol in they ride
I fucked with her and fucked with thang too
Yeah yeah
My money different just speaking it into existence
Make these lil niggas wanna rap different
Yo trap ain't making no money
You need to trap different
These niggas cappin on they rap
Tell that boy to rap different
Flowing different like the greats in me
These niggas out here imitate
Don't imitate and don't you hate on me
Where the weed only got an eighth on me
Left them niggas in the slums bet them niggas wish they ate with me
Bad bitches steady dating me
Check my record never slipped I fucked a bad bitch faithfully
Niggas bitches steady hittin' me
You wasn't talkin' to me then
So don't be talkin' to me now
And bitches sneaky like they friends
So don't bring Keisha and them around
She want the arguing to end
Like I wanna go another round
That bitch is toxic see
She never miss a beat
She breakin' hearts and takin' trips
She in Miami Beach (Yeah)
I knew a hoe from Florida that bitch was crazy though
First girl who taught me side bitches can't play they role
They praisin' niggas that ain't better than me
They dead wrong
But I be showin' niggas love on each and every song
And I'm still comin' for this paper it won't be long
My bro he ready for the riches
Put that nigga in VLone
My bro be trippin' off these hoes
Nigga leave that bitch alone
Nah for real these hoes ain't good for you
Leave that bitch alone
Yeah turn me up then go turn me up
The first night I seen that bitch was the first night she let me fuck
The first night we see that nigga is the first night he gettin' slumped
My bro he one on one a nigga so fuck a nigga gettin' jumped (Yeah)
Yeah
Yeah Tae my thug you know wassup (Yeah)
And that bitch who live in Clayton already know she gettin' snuck
That's my brother you know wassup (Yeah)
Big stepper you know wassup (Yeah)
He keep that mud up in his cup
All my niggas gettin' buck
Yeah you know my niggas be outside
All my niggas with me slide
They got the pistol on his side
That boy ain't think he could get touched (Yeah)
What a time to be alive (Mm)
Yeah, yeah fucked her good she tell me thank you
But that pussy so good
I had to turn around and thank you
I fuck with love but that shit painful
It's fucked up but I can't blame you
She fucked me up but she an angel
Them niggas shootin' in all angles
You know them niggas with me slide
You know them niggas with me
They got the pistol in they ride
I fucked with her and fucked with thang too
Yeah yeah
My money different just speaking it into existence
Make these lil niggas wanna rap different
Yo trap ain't making no money
You need to trap different
These niggas cappin on they rap
Tell that boy to rap different
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Writer(s): Taylor Crump
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