Summertime

Bad bitch with me, she gon' do a trick for me
Pack that shit, take a hit for me
Shake that ass bitch, do a split for me
Bad bitch with me, she gon' do a trick for me ayy

I'm in the Bay, got a bad bitch with me
She do it way better than my last lil' bitty
She don't want your money, she can cash out 50
I can make it rain, shake that ass now, baby

I'm like, ooh, oh, you tryna make some cash, She look back at me, I'm like
What she really boutta do
I can make her pop it for the profit Ain't no stoppin' me from
What I'm boutta do
Let me see you move, let me see what you could do
Got her screamin' out, like, ooh, ayy My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong and I'ma really have to shoot

Summertime, had a bad bitch text me
Now I'm in the drop, gettin' top that, Becky
She know that I'm solid, we ain't never on sketchy
Million dollar netty, remember I was sellin' Reggie

Had big white rocks like I'm Ed, Edd n Eddy
Really know the gang, we'll pull up like a wedgie
But let me calm down, I've been sippin' on this Henny, ayy
It's been a minute since I kicked it with the setty, ayy

I just wanna smoke and have a bad bitch with me
I don't need her money, I got stacks and I'm friendly
She don't need my money, she can cash out 50
Ayy, she just let me hit it from the back now, baby

I'm like, ooh, oh, you tryna make some cash she look back at me, I'm like
What she really boutta do
I could make her pop it for the profit ain't no stoppin' me from what I'm boutta do
Let me see you move, let me see what you could do
Got her screamin' out like, ooh, ayy My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong and I'ma really have to shoot

She make that lil' booty go boink
I asked that lil' bitch, what you doin'
Then she made it flip like a coin
She do splits like she don't got a groin

And if she got a friend, she could join Nigga got knots like I just fought Floyd
And this gas way too strong, it's on roids
So she hit it one time, then she's fine

I might hit it three times through the night
She ain't never need a nigga in her life
Got a bag, she gon' spend it on whatever she likes
Pop a tag, spend a couple bands, ain't care about the price

She posting pictures, she don't care about the likes
She ain't tryna catch a attitude, she tryna catch a flight
We be vibin' at a altitude that you ain't never climbed
She gon' do a trick for me, she got money on her mind

Ouuu oh you tryna make some cash, she look back at me
I'm like, what she really boutta do
I could make her pop it for the profit, ain't no stoppin' me from what I'm boutta do
Let me see you move, let me see what you could do, got her screamin' out like ooh, ayy
My bitch, she so bad, she do me wrong
And I'ma really have to shoot