Lyrics Summer Nights, Pt. 2 - Bray BTM feat. Ev Gzz & Marcus Dreamz

Smoking that fire we fly like a dragon you know that we got the pack
Niggas be thinking they litt with these bitches but don't know how to act
And niggas be killing me all of this snitching we might have to wrap his ass
One shot to the head we put him to bed it's not a nap
He dead
He sleep
A lot of blood from the head to the feet
And we eat
The whole team
Never bring no ops to the feast
And we got that pain for days
I be with my gang for days
And we got these tools nigga
Don't let me operate
Ba ba
You know it's like magic we doing a hit and that nigga in plastic
Lighting him up
Bringing the fire and lighting him up
Just like matches
Rolling the gas we getting some ass while sitting it back and relaxing
Smacking her ass with 50s and 100s Grant and Ben gon get some action
Those are my niggas my niggas on paper
Half of these niggas is really my Savior
I'm stacking this paper while seeing these niggas
These niggas be close like they my neighbors
It get me some gas it get me some ass
Back in the past I ain't get shit
That's how it is
If a nigga come last he ain't getting shit
You got to come first if you want to be rich
Niggas is fronting
Their money not jumping
I'm going so crazy
These bitches just love
This bitches is dubs
These bitches is monkeys
They see a banana and start with the jumping
I started with nothing the block was the home
My niggas had nothing we all had to grow
I want to be known
I want to get fame
I want see shine
I'm tired of rain

To many niggas they all in way so I gottah big body I'm switching the lanes
Roll up my blunt that's that a 8th in the joint smoke my blunt to the face
When I'm feeling this pain
Gottah drop on you niggas I'm sending the addy my gun channel 5 so I'm making it rain
To many niggas they talk about rapping they all in the booth but just sounding the same
So I started rapping no cap when I'm talking put on for the block
When I'm up in the game
And my girl to the side and she tossing at ops
If the cops comming in then she taking the blame
I ain't into you bitches treat em like a pack if the cops come and take you
I re up next day
The rapping shit working My way to the top I'm not playing I'm taking this shit all the way

Ain't no time for games I been putting that pain in
They know who the hottest but never gone say it
I got some brothers thats nothing to play with
And we taking over don't care what you saying
I gotta a fetish for chasing this paper
Gotta get it think I'm addicted to winning
I Put in that work ain't no time for gimics
No cap when I rap if I said it I live it
She said she love me I'm cold like a freezer
I hop in the booth and get hot like a heater
I'm hot like a fever
She lost her mind if she thinking I need her
I'm never gone need her
I started rappin and turned to a monster
Most of these niggas is fake and imposters
She want cuff me it's prolly gone cost her
And we gone be poppin on stage in them concerts