Summer Soundlike
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm from the summer, I'm from the summer
I was born in the fall
This is what the summer really sound like
Whole lotta bass, lotta car pipes
All sorts of drugs different vices
Doing donuts every night till they come indict us us
Or die up, cause in the summer she don't die down
Shit, extra tee'd
Tee me up with extra ging
She wanna fuck me bad, but she not no groupie
Long sleeve, no hoopties
Slidon off with Judy, my old bitch
I'm high out in Cali, my bad bitch named Julie
I came hellcat in the morning, hemi roaring
I came from one of the poorest, that 224 bitch
My brother in a urn, tell me how it feel
Feel like I ran out of tears on the way here
Can we get at least one summer with nobody killed
Swear I'm tired of gettin dressed to see somebody dead
Told my mama get a glizzy cause the city ill
Lil sister tote her smitty keep one in the head
I'm iconic in my whole hood, niggas know the vibes
Off subject, but she fucking, yeah
Lil bitch know the time
Xtended family them my brothers, yeah
Niggas know the ties, big foe the black prince east
On ging, I'm next in line, yeah
Hellcat in the morning, hemi roaring
I came from one of the poorest, that 224 bitch
My brother in a urn, tell me how it feel
Feel like I ran out of tears on the way here
Can we get at least one summer with nobody killed
I'm from the summer, I'm from the summer
I was born in the fall
This is what the summer really sound like
Whole lotta bass, lotta car pipes
All sorts of drugs different vices
Doing donuts every night till they come indict us us
Or die up, cause in the summer she don't die down
Shit, extra tee'd
Tee me up with extra ging
She wanna fuck me bad, but she not no groupie
Long sleeve, no hoopties
Slidon off with Judy, my old bitch
I'm high out in Cali, my bad bitch named Julie
I came hellcat in the morning, hemi roaring
I came from one of the poorest, that 224 bitch
My brother in a urn, tell me how it feel
Feel like I ran out of tears on the way here
Can we get at least one summer with nobody killed
Swear I'm tired of gettin dressed to see somebody dead
Told my mama get a glizzy cause the city ill
Lil sister tote her smitty keep one in the head
I'm iconic in my whole hood, niggas know the vibes
Off subject, but she fucking, yeah
Lil bitch know the time
Xtended family them my brothers, yeah
Niggas know the ties, big foe the black prince east
On ging, I'm next in line, yeah
Hellcat in the morning, hemi roaring
I came from one of the poorest, that 224 bitch
My brother in a urn, tell me how it feel
Feel like I ran out of tears on the way here
Can we get at least one summer with nobody killed
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Harrison
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