Summer 21

I'm on, summer coming in
And I'm home, still going in
Out sauced up, dripping
Got the four O with me
That's a no go pimpin
You think you catching me slipping
Hit yo ass from distance
Like fuck the chance of me missing
Trap move too fast, two glass doors
When I'm at the pad
Making you mad, so sad
Sorry I got that bag
Get off yo ass, get cash
Hustle and handle that
Big Streetz get money, two hundred up on the dash
You willing to race, I pick up the pace
You step outta place, make a mistake
Get erased
You fucking wit a heavyweight
Nigga you better know it
My hand, I never show it
Watch me run up the score, nigga

You know how we do in this bitch nigga
Big Streetz nigga
Check me with my team nigga
Stay flexing, stay close to my weapon nigga
Ya dig

Check my team flexing
Diamonds all in my necklace
Bitches come wit they girls out, I ain't talking bout best friends
Fuck her and let her set in, niggas done brought them checks in
Letting her count them racks up, kick her out once it check in
Ain't no disrespecting, staying close to my weapon
See you and let them shots ring
Niggas gone get that message
Making money is my thing, juggin out and collecting
Smoking dope help me maintain, on defense got me stressing
Tryna run up pressing, hammers gone cave yo chest in
Talking choppas and shotguns handgun Smith and Wesson
Leaving a nigga guessing, knowing he learned his lesson
Chill and smoke wit set now, counting up all these blessings, yea

Yea nigga
Summer 21 nigga we coming for everything that's ours nigga
Ya dig
Big Streetz nigga, S V K
King shit
Run it up nigga



Credits
Writer(s): Jestin Streeter
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