Текст песни Summer Time - YN Jay

Enrgy made this one
Damn
Aye
All these bad bitches love my music, I be fuckin' fans
All Patron and champagne in the club, do your fuckin' dance
Nasty-ass bitch out here trickin', she gon' fuck for bands
You ain't got no dog shit on you, where your rubber band?
I make it rain, make it storm in this bitch, I'm the thunderman
Used to cook- is that butter, man?
Bad bitch ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man
You the type of nigga probably tell on your brother, damn
Almost had to beat a nigga ass, that's my brother friend
Bitch, I'm left-handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In a room full of bad bitches, I'm in motherland
Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter, man
Nigga said that he was gonna do what?
What the fuck you sayin'?
I get so motherfuckin' high, how the fuck you land?
I get kicked out of hotels, how the fuck you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the fuck you playin'?
Summertime, aye
Summertime, damn
Summertime, aye
Summertime, damn
Aye
How the fuck it's summertime, but it's cold as fuck?
Ran off on the plug, boy, you bold as fuck
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as fuck
I'm finna hit up on my bitch like, "Come on
Let's fuck." Got a surprise for a bitch, I tell
Her, "Ho, guess what?" Bitch trippin' over shoes
At your palace, lil' bitch, you better not waste my cup
Nigga better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt
Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt
I was up 100 last April, I can't make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Aye
Just because I came from out the hood- just because I came from- ah
Just because I came from the hood- ah
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Count so much motherfuckin' money, I got paper cuts
I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut
Let a bad bitch break my heart, I can't tape this up
Why the fuck you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' die?
Bitch, I coulda ran for president, but I ain't no Trump
Why the fuck you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple?
Boy, you ain't gon' bust
Bitch, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' fuck
I can't fall in love with no bitch 'cause it ain't no trust
Oh, are you, are- are you talkin' about, like, like, like, you and me?
Oh
Bitch, it ain't no fuckin' you and me, like, it ain't no us
I just pulled up in a wide-body like, "This ain't no truck
" Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck
Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck
I just hit the dog with the dog, you be matin' mutts
We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like, "Who racin' us?
" I'll smoke a nigga by myself, get to facin' blunts
I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch
Summertime, aye
Summertime, damn
Summertime, aye
Summertime, damn