F*ck the summer up
She say she gon' call her brother out
We put your brother up
Yeah
Ice all on my wrist, I'm tryna f*ck the summer up
And what I say in dirty spite, man, f*ck a price its doubled up
And I'm still sippin' dirty Sprite, it's all up in my double cup
And I was gone' at Randall crib we was rollin' dice and double dutch
And I had talked to Marr before he got locked, he said they ain't on shit
Now every song I'm yellin' free my brother, I gotta say that shit
These niggas hoes, that's what it is, put it on you gotta play that shit
Not just a song, I'm singin' from the soul, they love to hate that shit
Now I'm ridin' in a coupe, huh, stars in the roof
Bitch say she love me, baby, I need proof
Bad bitch, but ugly, f*cked up attitude
She jus want my money, so I let her use me
She gon' suck me, she say she can't lose me
Call me hubby, that bitch call me baby daddy
Outer space LO3SKII from a different planet
Keep my feelings to myself, cause that shit hard to manage
Ice my wrist down, f*ck it, I ice my bitch down
We send six shots, and f*ck around, knock like six down
I don't send shots, but lil' folks nem gon' get down
Say he at top this red beam make em get down
What I'm cookin' up in the kitchen, bitch, I get down
Duckin' 12, I remember that time they told me, get down
Nigga can't say he beat my ass, I made him sit down
If I know that I can't win, I'm shootin' Drac'
A wasted gun, I had to put it in the lake huh
Shoot shit like I'm Capone but still rap like L.A., huh
I done put that shit on, with brands I can't even say, huh
I don't f*ck with deuce deuce foe nem he a loose screw
He say he got 22 nigga, that's a loose loose
Baby, I'm a dog and I got bands, bitch, I'm blues clues
I ain't never been no f*ckin' hoe, now don't call me that
Baby, please don't call me no bitch, or you gon' get slapped
On yo' knees, bitch, get on yo' knees, that bitch doin' the team
Trigger squeeze, pass that bitch a squeeze, he gon' do his thing
Bitch ain't give me 24, I'm shootin' green on 23
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F*ck the summer up
She say she gon' call her brother out
We put your brother up
Yeah
Ice all on my wrist, I'm tryna f*ck the summer up
And what I say in dirty spite, man, f*ck a price its doubled up
And I'm still sippin' dirty Sprite, it's all up in my double cup
And I was gone' at Randall crib we was rollin' dice and double dutch
And I had talked to Marr before he got locked, he said they ain't on shit
Now every song I'm yellin' free my brother, I gotta say that shit
These niggas hoes, that's what it is, put it on you gotta play that shit
Not just a song, I'm singin' from the soul, they love to hate that shit
Now I'm ridin' in a coupe, huh, stars in the roof
Bitch say she love me, baby, I need proof
Bad bitch, but ugly, f*cked up attitude
She jus want my money, so I let her use me
She gon' suck me, she say she can't lose me
Call me hubby, that bitch call me baby daddy
Outer space LO3SKII from a different planet
Keep my feelings to myself, cause that shit hard to manage
Ice my wrist down, f*ck it, I ice my bitch down
We send six shots, and f*ck around, knock like six down
I don't send shots, but lil' folks nem gon' get down
Say he at top this red beam make em get down
What I'm cookin' up in the kitchen, bitch, I get down
Duckin' 12, I remember that time they told me, get down
Nigga can't say he beat my ass, I made him sit down
If I know that I can't win, I'm shootin' Drac'
A wasted gun, I had to put it in the lake huh
Shoot shit like I'm Capone but still rap like L.A., huh
I done put that shit on, with brands I can't even say, huh
I don't f*ck with deuce deuce foe nem he a loose screw
He say he got 22 nigga, that's a loose loose
Baby, I'm a dog and I got bands, bitch, I'm blues clues
I ain't never been no f*ckin' hoe, now don't call me that
Baby, please don't call me no bitch, or you gon' get slapped
On yo' knees, bitch, get on yo' knees, that bitch doin' the team
Trigger squeeze, pass that bitch a squeeze, he gon' do his thing
Bitch ain't give me 24, I'm shootin' green on 23
She say she gon' call her brother out
We put your brother up
Yeah
Ice all on my wrist, I'm tryna f*ck the summer up
And what I say in dirty spite, man, f*ck a price its doubled up
And I'm still sippin' dirty Sprite, it's all up in my double cup
And I was gone' at Randall crib we was rollin' dice and double dutch
And I had talked to Marr before he got locked, he said they ain't on shit
Now every song I'm yellin' free my brother, I gotta say that shit
These niggas hoes, that's what it is, put it on you gotta play that shit
Not just a song, I'm singin' from the soul, they love to hate that shit
Now I'm ridin' in a coupe, huh, stars in the roof
Bitch say she love me, baby, I need proof
Bad bitch, but ugly, f*cked up attitude
She jus want my money, so I let her use me
She gon' suck me, she say she can't lose me
Call me hubby, that bitch call me baby daddy
Outer space LO3SKII from a different planet
Keep my feelings to myself, cause that shit hard to manage
Ice my wrist down, f*ck it, I ice my bitch down
We send six shots, and f*ck around, knock like six down
I don't send shots, but lil' folks nem gon' get down
Say he at top this red beam make em get down
What I'm cookin' up in the kitchen, bitch, I get down
Duckin' 12, I remember that time they told me, get down
Nigga can't say he beat my ass, I made him sit down
If I know that I can't win, I'm shootin' Drac'
A wasted gun, I had to put it in the lake huh
Shoot shit like I'm Capone but still rap like L.A., huh
I done put that shit on, with brands I can't even say, huh
I don't f*ck with deuce deuce foe nem he a loose screw
He say he got 22 nigga, that's a loose loose
Baby, I'm a dog and I got bands, bitch, I'm blues clues
I ain't never been no f*ckin' hoe, now don't call me that
Baby, please don't call me no bitch, or you gon' get slapped
On yo' knees, bitch, get on yo' knees, that bitch doin' the team
Trigger squeeze, pass that bitch a squeeze, he gon' do his thing
Bitch ain't give me 24, I'm shootin' green on 23
Writer: Corey French
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