Songtexte Summertime Fall - Jae.P feat. QT Tha Label

I'm from the slums
Goin dumb
If you play with my niggas
We ending your life
I just rolled up a quarter
Beat the law and order
Majik say that's one hell of a night
If he talking we'd see him on sight
Word to Shootah
Just sent him a kite
He gone take him a swing
He just want him some stripes
What a tiger supposed to do with some mice
Rats
In the back of the back
With a bitch say she love me
But she don't know what comes with all that
Wanted all of these racks
All of these bags
Fuck it I might give it all back
Hate me when I'm broke
Hate me when I'm up
Shit I don't even know what to call that
Might fuck her once
Then never call back
Middle of the summer
Tell that hoe fall back

QT tha label got cash on the table
Imma pimp under pressure real playa
Dipping right in
Just like a ladle
I'm leading the path like a mayor
Came with the toughness
We royally rumbling
Dump that boy right on his tater
Loving the haters
Nun but motivators
Don't play
You get played like vibrators
Label got sauce
P got the juice
Moeses set it off
Detonators
Majik is blessed
Never been stressed
Pray for the blessings
When I meet the maker
Switching these flows like I'm Baker
Big bank got surplus of this paper
High times in the life of the fader
These rhymes took some time just to make up
Yes and indeed
You pay the fee
She popping that pussy just for me
Willingly
I can't explain it
We came from the pavement
Back in cut just to roll up some weed
Keep it a bean
It's a hundred degrees in the booth
When I step to the mic and proceed
Qt the label
The Qt is silent
Twisting some phat out the P
She do it for me

I'm from the slums
Goin dumb
If you play with my niggas
We ending your life
I just rolled up a quarter
Beat the law and order
Majik say that's one hell of a night
If he talking we'd see him on sight
Word to Shootah
Just sent him a kite
He gone take him a swing
He just want him some stripes
What a tiger supposed to do with some mice
Rats
In the back of the back
With a bitch say she love me
But she don't know what comes with all that
Wanted all of these racks
All of these bags
Fuck it I might give it all back
Hate me when I'm broke
Hate me when I'm up
Shit I don't even know what to call that
Might fuck her once
Then never call back
Middle of the summer
Tell that hoe fall back

Yup
The boy goin stupid
You know that shit common
Lock up the booth
I'm just about to vomit
If your brains are a egg
Ima make me a omelette
Ughh
That shit bout to fuck up your stomach
Throw up your hands like I just left the rave
I can't throw you nothing
You better call Dave
Put that nigga on ice
I pull of on a sleigh
I hit a lick
Then I make a escape
Sold all the base
It ain't nobody safe
Too many flows
Might fill up the lake
We thicker than thieves
Bout to make some shake
All work no brakes
Can't tell the time on my watch
I don't know if I'm late
If he play with my niggas
You know where he laid
Youngin catch him a body for minimum wage
I was raise by the glock on the block
Where them niggas calling all them
Shots out the trap house
Had a talk with the pot
Got the handle
You know that we got that bitch jumping
Like Hot Sauce
And we put it on everything
Nigga I don't need the scale
I might as well go and eye ball
Don't make me do it
I've kicked doors for less
But if I gotta touch him
Consider him blessed

I'm from the slums
Goin dumb
If you play with my niggas
We ending your life
I just rolled up a quarter
Beat the law and order
Majik say that's one hell of a night
If he talking we'd see him on sight
Word to Shootah
Just sent him a kite
He gone take him a swing
He just want him some stripes
What a tiger supposed to do with some mice
Rats
In the back of the back
With a bitch say she love me
But she don't know what comes with all that
Wanted all of these racks
All of these bags
Fuck it I might give it all back
Hate me when I'm broke
Hate me when I'm up
Shit I don't even know what to call that
Might fuck her once
Then never call back
Middle of the summer
Tell that hoe fall back