Jim Jones

Yea yo
Feel it, suttin' light
Suttin kinda dynamite, real niggas only
For the Summer

Hittin' sit-ups with my eyes open
Can't lie I was duckin from the
Alhamdullilah, thank Allah that the Night's over
A new day begins I'm focused, get my mind focused
Hit the strip, top down, coastin'
White vest, red fitted, with the white loafers
All black chrome grills, I dont smile Kosher
You know the vibe, open
Drive by, slopin'
See police they hop out we ghostin'
Nah I'm playin, flicky tucked by my nuts coastin'
They ain't know that, he ain't goin' for the shit at all
Years back a nigga tried to disrespect, sure
Ain't respond a single word...
My nigga asked me what I'm tryna do
I laughed, pause
No disrespect I'll ____ 'fore I meet the Lord

South-East and, Westbound G's and
Up North fuck-boys left out grievin'

Set Count Thee End

Wrist freeze up, his chick need us
Thick chicks lick ____ from Brixton to Greece, wassup?

Set Count Thee End

They was last, we was speedin'
We was creepin, suttin' fast, European
If you're treatin', there's a chance you could see him
Lol, jk, I'm seeing someone
Seein' Dead White Males, I'm seein' Summer
Heated slumber, tucked by the seat it's under- Come up,
Summer with Miami, spent the winter in the Tundra's
Depressive, can't believe I'm even under
Under my thoughts, it's nuttin', it's nuttin I thought
Wouldn't happen, I'm as sure as the wood in your mattress
They thought I would die, but Phoenix is taught to survive
And Rise up from the ashes, a lot on my brain
A lot on my mind, stunning x
A lot on the line I'm gothic, turn up!
One in a million, jump if you feel it
Trunk, speakers
Krump, feel it

South-East and, Westbound G's and
Up North fuck-boys left out grievin'

Set Count Thee End

Wrist freeze up, his chick need us
Thick chicks lick ____ from Brixton to Greece, wassup?

Set Count Thee End

For the summer