Summer Hours

Yo
Yoooo

SPK all day, name a better squad
Runnin' summer hours when we set up shop
I got somethin' in my glass full of plenty hops
One sip'll make ya ass do the Fetty Wap
(Yeeeeah, baby!)
I'm way past wavy
Came thru drippin' like I swam daily
Sauce so thick, call it swag gravy
I need stacks off of rap, y'all can backpay me
For the last twenty plus
Would a plaque be askin' too much?
I'm back, all these rappers are fucked
Change of plans, react and adjust
We lettin' off shots like free throws
I'm fresh with the sauce, call it pico
Not impressed with your talk or your weak flows
I'm the best; ask your boss, even he knows

Summer so sweet, baby, nothin' sour
We can sit on the beach for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours

Money and respect only come with power
Forget all the rules for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours

I'm tryin' to ball, no debutant
But I never dropped a penny in the Fendi shop
Go ahead, fill my glass with that Remy, Ma
It'll make you Lean Back like Remy Ma
Ya, tidal wavy
Amanda Bynes, all kind of crazy
Like the sun in the sky, we shinin' daily
But it can get real dark if you try to play me
In the Bimmer and I'm pressin' the throttle
Headed to the spot 'bout to empty some bottles
Keep your friend requests, mentions, and follows
Must be on that white girl - Demi Lovato
Nah, I don't partake though
Got the cream and the sauce, Alfredo
With the team and we rock when we say so
We the kings; ask your squad, even they know

Summer so sweet, baby, nothin' sour
We can sit on the beach for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours

Money and respect only come with power
Forget all the rules for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours

Yeah, and the winter too
I Spring forward in a different mood
Fall back, give me room
No callbacks or interviews
You might get an autograph if you're really lucky
I got somethin' in my glass comin' from Kentucky
Yeah, and this beat's from another country
They say they got beef, but it's really lunch meat
We got no taste for bologna
We don't fuck with the fake or the phony
I only fuck with my day ones and Brodies
Good luck tryna tame or control me
Yeah, steppin' out in my best fit
Summertime, Jazzy Jeff & the Fresh Prince
We're deaf, dumb, and blind to detectives
We're just tryin' to get a line on investments

Summer so sweet, baby, nothin' sour
We can sit on the beach for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours

Money and respect only come with power
Forget all the rules for a couple hours
Shine all day, call it summer hours
SPK all day, and the summer's ours



Credits
Writer(s): Gerald Owen
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