No Summer (feat. Gene Perlin)

Yeah
Oh, oh

Yeah
Yeah

It was supposed to be a cold summer, we don't need no summer
Saying this gon' be a cold summer (Yeah)
Shit, by the way it look, ain't gon' be no summer
Caught a wave now, I won't let '
Em take this boat from us, boss (Oh yeah)
Yeah (Oh, oh)
Haha, yeah, right (Yeah, ayy)

Shit, I done survived a lot of cold summers (Oh, oh)
My right hand will hustle crack like an old plumber
At one point, had H2 like an old Hummer (Yeah)
At gunpoint, these coppers tryna take our soul from us

They played it safe, we was livin' by the code numbers (Oh, oh)
Cold winters with the stove runnin'
Investigations, I don't know nothin', how
Many of them can say the same? (Oh yeah)
Niggas trippin' like you lit and really stayed the same

Niggas dissin', but I promise I won't say they name (Oh, oh)
Just left Connecticut, they love me in that whole state
And I'm still gettin' money off my
Old tapes, y'all go figure (Oh yeah)
I know you hear this shit a lot, but I am not those niggas (Oh)
We all gotta die, you try me, I'll make y'all go quicker (Oh, oh)
Hood blasted on me, tatted like a Vato, nigga

Judge gave cuz the same time as Chapo, nigga (Oh yeah)
I get respect in all them sets, you cannot go, nigga
And I don't talk to foot soldiers, we in Cabo, nigga (Oh, oh)
Shit get busy, when it's slow, I bet the time go quicker
I make an ugly situation look like Cabo, nigga

The leader of my class with no diplomas (Oh)
Gun on my hip like a Motorola, masked up before Coronas (Oh, oh)
You gotta watch the ones that's close, it be the ones that know ya

I seen a couple niggas sleep and end up in a coma (Yeah)
Rest in peace to Al, I thought of you in California

Marijuana my aroma, I love you (Oh, oh)
Thuggin' in that black Ac', I'm talkin' way before I had lyric
Caught a charge left the country, thank God I had clearance (Oh yeah)
Lot of shit behind the scenes, thank God I had Terrance

Thank God I had Aaron, for real (Oh, oh)
I just spoke to a G.O.A.T., wish you could see what he wrote (Yeah)
Now they ain't really outside, but C.I.P. Pop Smoke (Oh)
While I'm at it, "Yo, Crafty, what's happenin'? Miss you, my loc" (Oh)

Try to tell us a dream, but I'd rather stay woke (Oh yeah)
Lot of shit make you sink, but I'm stayin' afloat
I guess that speak for itself, I feel like I'm sayin' the most
Keep my enemies close, and my baby girl close to Nat

And I ain't did no movies yet, so tell
Me how I'm 'posed to act (Oh, oh)

Huh, I ain't did no movies yet, tell me
How I'm supposed to act (Tell me, ayy)
I just spoke to a G.O.A.T., wish you could read what he wrote (Oh, oh)
They ain't really outside, but C.I.P. Pop Smoke
Uh, uh

What niggas see as a loss, it's just a minor setback
You had the hood and you told, you won't get the set back (Oh, oh)
Keep my shooters on point, James Harden, step back (Oh, oh)
Know my niggas is devils, we don't want
The Nets back, facts (Oh yeah, baby)

Hearing this gon' be a cold summer
By the way it look, ain't gon' be no summer
Got the stick like an old plumber
What's up, nigga?
Oh yeah, oh, we don't need no summer
Woo, woo
No, no, no
No, no, no, oh