Summertime

Summertime that means the bozos need to go home
Mary got me feeling out my body this ain't spiderman
I just ran a check could never see me at a payphone
Pull up to the scene and I'm the one nobody higher than

Niggas rolling skimps and talking shit to me like pipe down
Fore I gotta get the pipe out
Ain't no semi this bitch a fully so come and find out
You the type to wake up inna morning trynna find clout
Woke up inna morning high as shit I'm trynna lay down
Mario brothers pulling up on you with the k's out
Lame folks all you care about is playing games now
All I care about is getting paid we ain't the same now

Crocs on when I'm stepping foot out the house bitch
Rolling up and the scene getting crowded
Yo bitch the type to suck the whole crowd dick
Lost my give a fuck and I still haven't found it
Said it's me against you that's not a challenge
We could chop it up and you left looking like some salad
Too high
I just rolled a quarter out the package
Born broke, got paid, that's really how it happened

I be eating mushrooms while you niggas eating crack rocks
I member seeing you had the money, I guess the bag stoppped
You be in yo feelings, I be making sure the bag stocked
You be with yo homies out yo mind about a damn thot

Nah, that couldn't be me
But if I landed into your position I'd be mad to
Like, this shit is easy
Gorillas coming through if issa problem like a platoon
The weed we smoking on could put yo shorty in the back room
I been high as hell this shit got me on planet Neptune
Check up
Not just at the doctor at the bank account
Gen 5 hollow tips getting information out
Don't compare yo ass to me cuz ian finna wait around
Waiting till yo money coming in, guess you a waiter now
Sitting on yo ass everyday making no paper now
The bakery been booming cuz they hired us to help em out

Making too much bread I had to throw it in the freezer
Baddie with a fattie, I know you wanna greet her
I could flip the switch and turn that bitch into an eater
Matching on some za za turned me to a sleeper
99% the THC we onnat reefer
Backwoods and doobies thassa instant stress reliever
You be thinking that you dangerous, think you a misdemeanor
But you grew up inna good home and you trynna be a teacher

Shooters off the perkies let a bozo try and start shit
Anything they started getting parked like they car did
Wait he just got carded
Get the fuck up out the party fore you bring the narcs in
You be riding dick like how she do, and she a darkskin
We just got some new exotic send you with the martians
Staying high regardless
Kicking shit like Spartans
Kevo pull up to the scene in crocs hitting targets

Like you niggas is really average
You ain't made no money inna week, that's some sad shit
You ain't made no money inna week you need some practice
You say you a demon but lil boy you living passive
Just like the income
Like what
These niggas living passive like the income
Get the fuck out my face bitch



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Writer(s): Kevin Bowen
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