Feeling good, living good
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
Feeling good, living good
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
I miss them Summer Days, I was feeling so good
Rolling up the backwoods coughing up crazy ugh
Me and the bros talking about being bosses like Suge
Something every nigga wish he was, competition getting kinda crazy, I'm sitting back super lazy
These niggas think I'm a joke had to go and give them a show now they wanna go choke
My mind super different yo, I think you should already know
Two blunts on my ears bro, checkers all in my hand
Hanging out with my gang doing my money dance
Im never gonna trip cause Trippy f*cking on your sister
Got your nieces calling me mister while they at the door listening
Put her little ass to sleep now it's time for me to creep
Gang pulled up 3 deep, I'm like Stephen Curry ain't nobody checking me, ain't nobody check me
See you little niggas can't compete why you tryna step to me
I'm hanging out on my street smoking on all on this dank
Yelling Free Smacc G, big bro in the tank
RIP Litty Leel 4Ls for the gang
Give it up, you little niggas gonna feel the rush
Ray Lewis all in cut, don't splurge your money just give it up
Your sister nasty she ate my nut, bust on her back don't give a f*ck
At the mall about to run it up, got a check you know wassup
King Shit, Dream Shit now these niggas tryna lean in
My knowledge different I'm undefeated
Close your mouth I know you can't believe it
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee throwing heavy hitters Muhammad Ali
Silver surfing all on this beat shout out to my nigga Hoodsta Sleep
Trippy Da Don - Summer Days Lyrics
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Feeling good, living good
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
Feeling good, living good
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
I miss them Summer Days, I was feeling so good
Rolling up the backwoods coughing up crazy ugh
Me and the bros talking about being bosses like Suge
Something every nigga wish he was, competition getting kinda crazy, I'm sitting back super lazy
These niggas think I'm a joke had to go and give them a show now they wanna go choke
My mind super different yo, I think you should already know
Two blunts on my ears bro, checkers all in my hand
Hanging out with my gang doing my money dance
Im never gonna trip cause Trippy f*cking on your sister
Got your nieces calling me mister while they at the door listening
Put her little ass to sleep now it's time for me to creep
Gang pulled up 3 deep, I'm like Stephen Curry ain't nobody checking me, ain't nobody check me
See you little niggas can't compete why you tryna step to me
I'm hanging out on my street smoking on all on this dank
Yelling Free Smacc G, big bro in the tank
RIP Litty Leel 4Ls for the gang
Give it up, you little niggas gonna feel the rush
Ray Lewis all in cut, don't splurge your money just give it up
Your sister nasty she ate my nut, bust on her back don't give a f*ck
At the mall about to run it up, got a check you know wassup
King Shit, Dream Shit now these niggas tryna lean in
My knowledge different I'm undefeated
Close your mouth I know you can't believe it
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee throwing heavy hitters Muhammad Ali
Silver surfing all on this beat shout out to my nigga Hoodsta Sleep
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
Feeling good, living good
Rolling blunts in the woods
Hans pass the lighter
Yeah I'm good, Summer Days in the hood
I miss them Summer Days, I was feeling so good
Rolling up the backwoods coughing up crazy ugh
Me and the bros talking about being bosses like Suge
Something every nigga wish he was, competition getting kinda crazy, I'm sitting back super lazy
These niggas think I'm a joke had to go and give them a show now they wanna go choke
My mind super different yo, I think you should already know
Two blunts on my ears bro, checkers all in my hand
Hanging out with my gang doing my money dance
Im never gonna trip cause Trippy f*cking on your sister
Got your nieces calling me mister while they at the door listening
Put her little ass to sleep now it's time for me to creep
Gang pulled up 3 deep, I'm like Stephen Curry ain't nobody checking me, ain't nobody check me
See you little niggas can't compete why you tryna step to me
I'm hanging out on my street smoking on all on this dank
Yelling Free Smacc G, big bro in the tank
RIP Litty Leel 4Ls for the gang
Give it up, you little niggas gonna feel the rush
Ray Lewis all in cut, don't splurge your money just give it up
Your sister nasty she ate my nut, bust on her back don't give a f*ck
At the mall about to run it up, got a check you know wassup
King Shit, Dream Shit now these niggas tryna lean in
My knowledge different I'm undefeated
Close your mouth I know you can't believe it
Float like a butterfly sting like a bee throwing heavy hitters Muhammad Ali
Silver surfing all on this beat shout out to my nigga Hoodsta Sleep
Writer: Dar'Shawn Williams
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