Hot Girl Summer 561 lyrics

by

2gaudy



[Intro]
Saba, you so icy

[Chorus: 2gaudy]
I don't know what the f*ck I was up to like last summer
Smoke gas, then crashed, man, I knew it'd be a bummer
Did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
Then I skrt off in a 'Jag, hot girl summer
I don't know what the f*ck I was up to like last summer
Smoke gas, then crashed, man, I knew it'd be a bummer
Did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
Then I skrt off in a 'Jag, hot girl summer

[Verse 1: 2gaudy]
I been skrting in a 'Jag, long time (Yeah)
My old girl told me I'm in the wrong, but the right mind (Wrong mind)
I don't give a f*ck what you think, I don't give a sh*t (Damn)
My wrist drippin' like a sink, f*ck, yeah, yeah
Balenciaga, with the Prada on go
Then I'll f*ck a n*gga up, through the rain or snow
Cash always in my pocket
Wear her like a locket
Now my girl tryna suck on my rocket (Suck, suck, suck)

[Bridge: 2gaudy]
Rocket, go to space, yeah
Yeah, she's trying to get a taste, yeah
But, she's not the only one, nah, that's true, damn
Keep four on the side, like a haiku, yeah
[Verse 2: 2gaudy]
A n*gga wanna pull up, so we'll fade you (Fade you)
Confidential, you don't know what we do (We do)
The only weed I have is a dab pen (Yeah)
And I'm getting really tired of the Froot Loop
Homie, if you coming at me, then I shoot
Sherriff, .40 in this b*tch, how I give the boot
And I'm not that much of a writer
But I'll write a whole book, yeah, all for you

[Chorus: 2gaudy]
I don't know what the f*ck I was up to like last summer
Smoke gas, then crashed, man, I knew it'd be a bummer
Did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder
Then I skrt off in a 'Jag, hot girl summer (Hot girl)
I don't know what the f*ck I was up to like last summer (Last summer)
Smoke gas, then crashed, man, I knew it'd be a bummer (Be a bummer)
Did about four tabs, pirate to the plunder (To the plunder)
Then I skrt off in a 'Jag, hot girl summer (Hot girl)

[Verse 3]
New b*tch with me, she not from here, got no Visa
I'm still getting high Wiz Khalifa
Smoke tree, f*ck carts, I don't like that (f*ck narcs)
Draw a line and feel okay, I might relapse (Relapse)
Yeah, bend a whip, break the b*tch back (Ow)
Go, we don't hit the b*tch back (No)
Hit it once and get your b*tch back (Yeah)
Nutted on her lip, you can kiss that
Don't know what the f*ck I was up to like last summer
Lately, I been running like I got a [?] in my head
If he talking sh*t, leave him dead, leave him dead
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