Single For The Summer lyrics

[Intro: Felly]
Hold up, turn up

[Chorus: Felly]
It's a single for the summer, I got your cover
They wanna ask about my numbers, f*ck where you come from
Them hoes be sneaky, baby come on, I never trust 'em
I got the squad going up, yo

[Verse 1: Felly]
I'm in these streets just like a runner, I'm on some other
You see me stuntin', I be duckin' and f*cking buzzin'
I'm buzzin' and yo, I be killin', young fel be illin'
Them low bikinis in Tahiti, them look like Riri
I blow that seaweed

[Pre-Chorus: GYYPS]
It's a single for the summer, in Killafornia
Supposed to say it's a come up, f*ck up the numbers
Yeah, we barely got it started and now we rolling

[Chorus: Felly]
I got the squad going up, yo
Single for the...

[Verse 2: GYYPS]
Keep a couple dime girls in my apartment
My down comforter is Ralph Lauren
Ay, towel on my di*k, hop out the shower
Blowin' money fast, don't like to count it
b*tches out here think this sh*t's a game
You candy wrappers couldn't find a lane
Not really, y'all be all in y'all feelings
I be up with no ceilings
Please get out of my business
Ginger ale in my Henny
[Chorus: Felly]
I got the squad going up, yo
Single for the...

[Verse 3: Trip Cartier]
Perfect verses make way for Cartier
In the booth with my baby calling
Hit ignore 'cause this hit is sure to be brazy
Make my whole wave get stronger
That ain't sit with her well, texting me, "Go to hell"
Escalating towards the breaking point
It's boiling up and up until I'm single for the summer
Give me your number
I'ma have you singing like Aretha when I hit it lethal
In 'em dirty sneakers and a T-shirt, better do your research
b*tch, I'm a national treasure, b*tch, I don't crack under pressure
b*tch, I bedazzle you peasants
b*tch, I'm a dog from the reservoir, I kill a man with an XLR
I smoke a blunt with the reverend dog, I f*ck a b*tch in my ex's car
I don't ever flinch, always get the swish, b*tch
Carter, Fell, and GYYPS, hold up

[Chorus: Felly]
This the single for the summer I got your cover
They wanna ask about my numbers, f*ck where you come from
Them hoes be sneaky, baby come on, I never trust 'em
I got the squad going up, yo
[Skit: Felly and GYYPS]
You wanna go dirt biking right now?
We don't have the bikes
Aaw, they left the bikes in the RV
I never sleep I'm on some other
Run me back