B4
Summertime that block be hot them niggas be dying fasho
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
Them meds had got to my bro brain he lost his mind he gone
A lot of shit done caused me pain ion wanna cry no more
And I show love to all them niggas but they did me wrong
But I got skeletons in my closet yea
My Vv's look like I done ran them under faucets yea
You can't call me im in the meeting with them bosses yes
We talking money you ain't talking right then you gotta go
They tried shut me out I had to sticc my foot inside the door
Like Fucc them niggas if they ain't my niggas yea
Can't love no bitch it's fucc them hoes
Make sure yo Dawgs yo niggas
If they ain't go ride they ain't yo bros
I go solo on missions
I'm riding round just throwing fours
They acting like I'm different
I'm still that same nigga that you ran them bloccs with
In the sandbox with We used to clutch on chopsticks
Cause we ain't know no better
We just praying for a better day them better days ain't never came
Hoping that tomorrow it won't be the same as yesterday
Summertime that block be hot them niggas be dying fasho
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
Them meds had got to my bro brain he lost his mind he gone
A lot of shit done caused me pain ion wanna cry no more
And I show love to all them niggas but they did me wrong
But I got skeletons in my closet yea
My Vv's look like I done ran them under faucets yea
You can't call me im in the meeting with them bosses yes
We talking money you ain't talking right then you gotta go
They tried shut me out I had to sticc my foot inside the door
Comin' at me all different, this ain't it you gotta go (Go)
I don't gave too much love in this bitch but they don't know (Know)
Feelin' like I'm in the mud, but I still ain't stain my coat (Coat)
Keep on sinkin' just because I know this the life I chose (I know imma get out tho)
Used to vouch for yo ass when you ain't had nun to offer (Woah)
Came through with that cash just so you can ride on Marta (Woah)
Draft and print them plays, you was the pen - I was the marker (Woah)
Tryna talk down on me just to make yourself feel harder
Fuck around make me a milly (Milly)
These bands makin' me silly (Silly)
These diamonds dance, they goin dumb, they must be off of the henny (Henny)
Them back-ends I got plenty (Plenty)
Got a few friends don't got many (Many)
Some day ones turn to enemies but I'm still movin' steady (Steady)
Summertime that block be hot them niggas be dying fasho
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
(He was my dawg before)
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
Them meds had got to my bro brain he lost his mind he gone
A lot of shit done caused me pain ion wanna cry no more
And I show love to all them niggas but they did me wrong
But I got skeletons in my closet yea
My Vv's look like I done ran them under faucets yea
You can't call me im in the meeting with them bosses yes
We talking money you ain't talking right then you gotta go
They tried shut me out I had to sticc my foot inside the door
Like Fucc them niggas if they ain't my niggas yea
Can't love no bitch it's fucc them hoes
Make sure yo Dawgs yo niggas
If they ain't go ride they ain't yo bros
I go solo on missions
I'm riding round just throwing fours
They acting like I'm different
I'm still that same nigga that you ran them bloccs with
In the sandbox with We used to clutch on chopsticks
Cause we ain't know no better
We just praying for a better day them better days ain't never came
Hoping that tomorrow it won't be the same as yesterday
Summertime that block be hot them niggas be dying fasho
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
Them meds had got to my bro brain he lost his mind he gone
A lot of shit done caused me pain ion wanna cry no more
And I show love to all them niggas but they did me wrong
But I got skeletons in my closet yea
My Vv's look like I done ran them under faucets yea
You can't call me im in the meeting with them bosses yes
We talking money you ain't talking right then you gotta go
They tried shut me out I had to sticc my foot inside the door
Comin' at me all different, this ain't it you gotta go (Go)
I don't gave too much love in this bitch but they don't know (Know)
Feelin' like I'm in the mud, but I still ain't stain my coat (Coat)
Keep on sinkin' just because I know this the life I chose (I know imma get out tho)
Used to vouch for yo ass when you ain't had nun to offer (Woah)
Came through with that cash just so you can ride on Marta (Woah)
Draft and print them plays, you was the pen - I was the marker (Woah)
Tryna talk down on me just to make yourself feel harder
Fuck around make me a milly (Milly)
These bands makin' me silly (Silly)
These diamonds dance, they goin dumb, they must be off of the henny (Henny)
Them back-ends I got plenty (Plenty)
Got a few friends don't got many (Many)
Some day ones turn to enemies but I'm still movin' steady (Steady)
Summertime that block be hot them niggas be dying fasho
I got my deuce inside my boot yea I ain't lacking no
I know yo ass bet not call twelve so who you calling on
His ass had switched up for that pape he was my dawg b4
(He was my dawg before)
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Writer(s): Tyjuan Jackson
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