Every Summer

Scars on me
Look like I came out the jungle
Me and my niggas we rumble
Me and my niggas gone ball every summer
If you don't prey then I hunt you
My nigga roll up a 2 in a dutch
Fuck on the bitch she in love
She somebody that I cant trust
It is what it is
What it was

It get cold
Me and my niggas we always gone hold
Baddies tripping on the low
Always trying to spend our doe
Keep the money coming tho
Dummy sacks for the low
Tini2 with the flow
Why she tripping on my phone
Keep her close
cause she know
Yea she know how it go
Pass you up moving way to slow
Hoodie up
Only just for the smoke
Never running from the opps
End it running from the cops
I be so high counting dollars
I got 2 or 3 spots
Hitting 3 like the slots
New piece red dot
Me
no cant stop
I'm at the top

Scars on me
Look like I came out the jungle
Me and my niggas we rumble
Me and my niggas gone ball every summer
If you don't prey then I hunt you
My nigga roll up a 2 in a dutch
Fuck on the bitch she in love
She somebody that I cant trust



Credits
Writer(s): Jibrian Parker
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