This is summer flows
I’m in my summer clothes
Designer underclothes
The sun arose
Like mom your son arose
I hit my jumper pose
Summer hoe
I had to son her tho
Cause she was hella broke
Take it slow
Cause when it’s hot they cold
Here’s what I propose…
Go get a Glock this summer cause it’s finna get hot
And I ain’t talkin confetti but these youngins like to pop
Bullets fly
Mamas cry
A couple bodies they drop
And then they go and drop a diss and then the cycle restarts
I was there on the night when they made my mans a victim
I remember the pains of tryna find out who had did em
I ain’t kiddin finna make him Harlem shake without the rhythm
But he got lifted by the prisons now he’s locked up in the system
I ain’t talkin bout printers that’s how I’m getting to this paper
Want Money longer than broad street Nd so I’m stackin skyscraper
Dolce gabana the drip you bark I bite like alligators
Heard they dissin want smoke just like a broken alternator
See the steel by my hand that’s why they call me terminator
When I spray it get low you in a coffin undertaker
I use my bow to go jack son like I’m on the Oakland raiders
You know my arrows hit marrow and then I’m gone like smoking vapor
I got 4 pockets full but I’m not Lil baby
You have to beg her for attention that is not your lady
And if I’m poppin out you know you got to pay me
Me and Che we grand slam like the 1980’s!
This is summer flows
I’m in my summer clothes
Designer underclothes
The sun arose
Like mom your son arose
I hit my jumper pose
Summer hoe
I had to son her tho
Cause she was hella broke
Take it slow
Cause when it’s hot they cold
Here’s what I propose…
Yea yea
Come on
Don’t play me like no b#tch cause I’m not one of those
Its not adding up
n#gg#s never passing us
I generate that money in the summer while the strap is tucked
Ain’t nothin like these rappers its the season where they acting tough
Soon as you think thats enough
Police tell us back it up
On cameras, see us trapping
But I ain’t do that in months
Id rather a
Bad b#tch on my side while I stack it up
But I’m gon be hustling this summer with my status up
I ain’t falling back
Bout that pressure where you at
Bout my business if you killing one of mines we tit for tat
I’m the truth don’t compare me to n#gg#s lying on the wax
Cause they gonna sound way better when I put them on my back
Fraud n#gg#s gon get sent away
A Philly grave is where you lay
To make it out the hood you sell crack, or rap, or NBA
That n#gg# Che
Ain’t really wit gimmicks I ain’t here to play
Recognize who you talking to or get labeled M.I.A
Missing in action
In the summer they pistol packing
But I’m still gon stunt on these n#gg#s so f#ck a reaction
Get a check and cash it
Then I get a couple hoes
n#gg#s hating but its how it goes
This is summer flows
This is summer flows
I’m in my summer clothes
Designer underclothes
The sun arose
Like mom your son arose
I hit my jumper pose
Summer hoe
I had to son her tho
Cause she was hella broke
Take it slow
Cause when it’s hot they cold
Here’s what I propose…
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