Live In June
We tryna run the bag up right
Shake yo ass tonight
I couldn't attend no fashion week
I'm outside at this candle light
My dawg died, I'm traumatized
I got my mama's eyes
I ain't have no father figure nigga
Put my trust in God
Henny bottles all on the floor
Used to staying low
Summertime madness
Scanning the package
Drop it on yo door
Business man Boogs, it's understood
Do with less? I could
Feel I'm on a roll
Hit back the road
Tryna be like Suge
My city been hot (Hot, hot)
Stir up the pot
Building my roster
OVX, can't let the hustle flop
Commit to this paper
In the hallways, bumpin Fetty Wap
Still listen to Guwop at the gym
To make a money plot
Grace and struggle
When I was younger
Always stayed in trouble
Maybe I fucked
Cause I was horny
I ain't never love you
Dog a bitch like a Pac
You better chill
I'll match yo energy boo
These skuts just be everywhere
You make the crew uncomfortable
Boogie like the runnin man
The salary like the Huxtables
The cash you won't understand
I'm humble when it's coming thru
The whip was like 200 thou
Im lying that's a 3 piece
It's rare to see me actin out
A quiet child, a demon's seed
Addicted to the cheese
Blue and white 23s
Ain't got no Balmain jeans
I gotta Polo tee
Im but I'm still gettin cheese
Addicted to the cream
All I can do is be me
Do what I do as me
So hot I could live in June
Dedicate this to June
So high I could touch the moon
Excuse me, I'm coming thru
Bitch move, ain't no fuckin room
For a skeezer
Your friend isn't coming
And you wasn't either
Teach her, better show her game
Fore you leave her
Please sir, stop her ass from sexing with Lisa
Been tryna make a dollar
Every since I wanted sneakers
Courtside with Euronda
Gotta llamas and heaters
Shouldve been born in the 80s
I want me a beeper
Like T-Mac i'm McGrady
Im ballin out the bleachers
Fuckin on a hot girl
She listening to Fever
I'm bumping Project Pat
This chickenhead feel like I need her
We tryna run the bag up right
Shake yo ass tonight
I couldn't attend no fashion week
I'm outside at this candle light
My dawg died, im traumatized
I got my mama's eyes
I ain't have no father figure nigga
Put my trust in God
Henny bottles all on the floor
Used to staying low
Summertime madness
Scanning the package
Drop it on yo door
Business man Boogs, it's understood
Do with less? I could
Feel I'm on a roll
Hit back the road
Tryna be like Suge
Shake yo ass tonight
I couldn't attend no fashion week
I'm outside at this candle light
My dawg died, I'm traumatized
I got my mama's eyes
I ain't have no father figure nigga
Put my trust in God
Henny bottles all on the floor
Used to staying low
Summertime madness
Scanning the package
Drop it on yo door
Business man Boogs, it's understood
Do with less? I could
Feel I'm on a roll
Hit back the road
Tryna be like Suge
My city been hot (Hot, hot)
Stir up the pot
Building my roster
OVX, can't let the hustle flop
Commit to this paper
In the hallways, bumpin Fetty Wap
Still listen to Guwop at the gym
To make a money plot
Grace and struggle
When I was younger
Always stayed in trouble
Maybe I fucked
Cause I was horny
I ain't never love you
Dog a bitch like a Pac
You better chill
I'll match yo energy boo
These skuts just be everywhere
You make the crew uncomfortable
Boogie like the runnin man
The salary like the Huxtables
The cash you won't understand
I'm humble when it's coming thru
The whip was like 200 thou
Im lying that's a 3 piece
It's rare to see me actin out
A quiet child, a demon's seed
Addicted to the cheese
Blue and white 23s
Ain't got no Balmain jeans
I gotta Polo tee
Im but I'm still gettin cheese
Addicted to the cream
All I can do is be me
Do what I do as me
So hot I could live in June
Dedicate this to June
So high I could touch the moon
Excuse me, I'm coming thru
Bitch move, ain't no fuckin room
For a skeezer
Your friend isn't coming
And you wasn't either
Teach her, better show her game
Fore you leave her
Please sir, stop her ass from sexing with Lisa
Been tryna make a dollar
Every since I wanted sneakers
Courtside with Euronda
Gotta llamas and heaters
Shouldve been born in the 80s
I want me a beeper
Like T-Mac i'm McGrady
Im ballin out the bleachers
Fuckin on a hot girl
She listening to Fever
I'm bumping Project Pat
This chickenhead feel like I need her
We tryna run the bag up right
Shake yo ass tonight
I couldn't attend no fashion week
I'm outside at this candle light
My dawg died, im traumatized
I got my mama's eyes
I ain't have no father figure nigga
Put my trust in God
Henny bottles all on the floor
Used to staying low
Summertime madness
Scanning the package
Drop it on yo door
Business man Boogs, it's understood
Do with less? I could
Feel I'm on a roll
Hit back the road
Tryna be like Suge
Credits
Writer(s): Caine Casanova, Victor Lassila
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