Dun
dun dun dun dun dun
*!
*! * it!
Here's a hit for the summer
Eat money
Chop like crops Here's a hit for the summer
I stay off my chops Still she like
I wanna be with you, let me with you
It's the difference in the wind when comparing to a loss
It's a different type of ride when you're prepared to be the boss
I swear I wasn't lost,
I was searching for the bright light
She finishing on top so I hit her with a high five
Fuckin' knife besties,
move down the coast I'm still one of those westies
Curse one,
get it lit in the summer sun Hit,
here's another one,
quit,
nah,
can't be done
Had a break and my brain almost broke down
If I didn't rap would I rap via float now?
It's like the streets talking,
it's like the beat calling It's like
you forgot I could do the sleepwalking
Drive in a drop house,
smell like pie Here's a hit for the summer,
house stay at the top
Now she cry cause she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you
You know I hit the spot,
leave you chopped like crops Here's a hit for the summer,
I stay off my chops
Still she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you
You my happy place where it's like I have to taste
I can't share it so I keep you in a saddy safe
Tie my laces on my bright white air max Summer time OCD,
what I wear match
At a pool party,
a ping a pop,
pardon me Yelling shotgun,
I ain't talking bout a car
seat If the king jump aboard I'm a rare find
Bikini's looking good but I'm trying to see your tan lines
In other words take a dodge, let her shake a nap
I live a dream to get here,
you'd have to take a nap
So many tracks put away in a snatchback And
I just made a banger out of Fleetwood Mac
track Drive in a drop house, smell like pie
Here's a hit for the summer,
house stay at the top
Now she cry cause she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you
You know I hit the spot,
leave you chopped like crops
Here's a hit for the summer, I stay off my chops
Still she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you
Speaking of still Make hits that'll stay for life
The same * till the day that I die The odds go,
used to know that a fact
The last hope,
I'm the hope that you have Make hits that'll stay for life
The same * till the day that I die The odds go,
used to know that a fact
The last hope,
I'm the hope that you have The same
hustle got the world on my shoulders
The same struggle but no burnin' or folders I hit the club,
they bring out pictures with
bottles I lived a life,
they really wish that they
got it and now I Drive in a drop house,
smell like pie
Here's a hit for the summer,
house stay at the top Now she cry cause she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you
You know I hit the spot,
leave you chopped like crops Here's a hit for the summer,
I stay off my chops Still she like I wanna be with you,
let me with you