Summer Time lyrics

[Intro]
(Enrgy made this one)
Woah
Woah
Damn, ayy

[Verse 1]
All these bad b*tches love my music, I be f*ckin' fans
Off Patrón and champagne in the club, do your f*ckin' dance
Nasty-ass b*tch out here trickin', she gon' f*ck for bands
You ain't got no dog sh*t on you, where your rubber bands?
I'll make it rain, make it storm in this b*tch, I'm the thunder man
Used to cook— is that butter, man?
Bad b*tch ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man
You the type of n*gga probably tell on your brother, damn
Almost had to beat a n*gga ass, that's my brother's friend
b*tch, I'm left handed, but I shoot with my other hand
In the room full of bad b*tches, I'm in mother land
Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter man
n*gga said that he was gon' do what? What the f*ck you sayin'?
I get so motherf*ckin' high, how the f*ck you land?
I get kicked out of hotels, how the f*ck you banned?
Always want beef with no stick, why the f*ck you playin'?

[Chorus]
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
[Verse 2]
Ayy, how the f*ck it's summertime, but it's cold as f*ck?
Ran off on the plug, well, you bold as f*ck
I just hit somebody granny, she was old as f*ck
I'm finna hit up on my b*tch like, "Come on, let's f*ck"
Got a surprise for a b*tch, I tell a ho, "Guess what?"
b*tch trippin' over shoes
Catch your balance, lil' b*tch, you better not waste my cup
n*gga 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 a hundred last April, I can't make this up
Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up
Ayy, 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 motherf*ckin' money, I got paper cuts
I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut
Let a bad b*tch break my heart, I can't tape this up
Why the f*ck you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' dump?
b*tch, I could've ran for president, but I ain't no Trump
Why the f*ck you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust
b*tch, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' f*ck
I can't fall in love with no b*tch, 'cause it ain't no trust
Oh, are you, are you talkin' 'bout like, like, like you and me? Oh
b*tch, it ain't no f*ckin' 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 mating mutts
We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like who racing us?
I'll smoke a n*gga by myself, get to facin' blunts
I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch
[Chorus]
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn
Summertime, ayy
Summertime, damn