Barbecue when we sippin' at home,
with a little mold that we do.
Summer now,
they decorating their house,
without that glass door and nails done.
So let's go.
I'm getting so much West love,
getting right up in the club.
I ain't gotta spend a dub,
after parties and hot tubs,
sushi and back flubs.
Whether you cripple plug,
as long as we having fun,
under the Cali sun.
All day I play with the stars,
exotic women and cars.
You know just who we are,
blowin' Kush by the jaw,
and I made it like an avatar.
Sativa diva, posted at the weed bar.
Assorted flavors, floating past my haters.
Vaporizers, no papers.
Expensive *, getting head in the whip.
And if you can't supply it,
nah I don't even trip.
I'ma just dip, then it's on to the next flip.
Posted on a block with a pic,
I call them Mike Big. Ballers,
beaches,
bikinis.
Bugattis and Lamborghinis, pomegranate martinis.
It's hard to break a bad habit,
that's why I stay cracking.
It's loose with summer love in a LBC fashion.
Madame Hook,
but classy,
I know you like it nasty.
So pop a bottle of Ace,
we sipping it by the case.
Summer love on the lake,
no chase,
I'ma give it to you straight.
Barbecuing,
we sipping that hot poop,
a little mold that we do.
Summer now,
they decorating their ass,
without that glass and the nails done.
So,
summer now,
super sucker for the wack tea trap.
Telling you that bitch ain't like the trap.
All 400's on the map, get that.
Summer love.
Summertime was real cold,
except y'all wasn't cool like us.
So we didn't invite you niggas to call you up,
but I hit your baby mama up.
Downtown loft district, 80 stories up.
Niggas just bought the cut dog,
already stepping up.
Put a super sucker out,
now the water blowin' fire.
The ABT can get the food,
just gotta get some match light.
Now we queuing it up, drinking, mixing it up.
We got some boozy-ass spots,
but we gangsta as *.
Since your man ain't got no plans with you today,
we gonna chill,
act,
smoke,
and conversate,
and let the summer come.
Bang,
hit off both corners on the map before you wake up.
So baby,
your boss bitch now,
you ain't gotta say nothing.
You're surrounded by them suckers,
just enjoy your summer,
and spend some while you're living.
Let's get ready, when I text you the mission.
I love a summertime,
came around the shop,
rubbing the hands,
and work out.
Hell,
that feeling's going on,
search the Venice for the weekend.
All the tuna,
we sipping that high poop,
a little more than we do.
Summer love,
they decorating their ass,
but got their glass-handed nails done too.
Summer love, super sucker for the wack tea trap.
Chilling in that big heat like the trap.
All four corners of the map get that.
Summer love,
hot, keep it flaming like habanero.
Just got off the road,
I'm in that drop-top Camaro.
Phone ring, one touch, now you on speaker.
Some of them hooked up, wanna go deeper.
In the desert, I make you feel like the Bahamas.
So,
lay back and have some with this lil' mama,
oh.
We got that Stevie J and John Celene relationship.
I got that bomb dot com,
that'll make a mob flair.
Nothing else to be said, skin to skin in my bed.
I let you come up for air,
but you gotta pull my hair.
You gotta hit it right,
but not that spankin' *.
And when you bumpin' in,
you gotta bank that *.
Already know my name, never repeating the game.
Ne-hi, Ne-hi, now you're that fly for the game.
Uh,
ain't nothing but to do it,
that's how I get it poppin'.
Summer love freak show, I go ain't no stopping.
All the tuna,
we sipping that high poop,
a little more than we do.
Summer love,
they decorating their ass,
but got their glass-handed nails done too.
Summer love, super sucker for the wack tea trap.
Chilling in that fake pink, like the strap.
All phone hunters of the map get that.
Summer love,
on the rooftop of the peninsula,
getting my nails clean.
Sipping on something the color of Listerine.
And my phone don't vibrate,
Tony getting irate,
cause I was supposed to meet him and I'm way past late.
But uh,
I ain't even tripping,
even though his business stay flipping.
Pockets overflow, diamonds glistening.
Layback swag, GQ mad.
Every day push a different beam of Vincent Jack.
So caught up in the drug game,
and I get so confused with all these alias names.
Been catching him with other women,
I try to break it off,
but he keep spending,
spending,
spending.
Today I'ma break away,
blowing smoke off the rooftop,
while speeding on the highway.
Thinking about my summer love,
be like * it I'ma throw up the dub,
and I'm out.
Barbecue when we sipping that high poop,
a little more than we do.
Summer love,
they decorating their ass,
but got their glass-handed nails done too.
Summer love, super sucker for the wack tea trap.
Chilling in that fake pink, like the strap.
All phone hunters of the map get that.
Summer love.