Summer lyrics

[Verse 1: London Jae]
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them hundreds, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them hundreds, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Now let me pray for these f*ck n*ggas
Turn it up!
We gon' do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them hundreds, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Beef up the motors, LT-1, my sh*t straight out a 'Vette
Pull up on me in traffic, I'll race you for that check
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them sneaks on the back so that b*tch sit low
Thirty grand for the paint, AC blow snow
Call my whip Black Rob, had them hoes like, "Woah"
Cashin' out, never cashin' in
Tired of livin' same bag that the cash be in
Got the ho goin' crazy, f*ck you, pay me
Summer on the way, so why the f*ck you hatin'?
And I'ma kill this summer, word to mama
And I put that on my motherf*ckin' gunners, I'm a stunter
These b*tches love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, b*tch, I don't do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know this verse
[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer) Foreign car, 911 Panamera
Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda sh*t (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar
No stones in my Chopard
Hundred grand, could've bought a car (I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, newer Gucci
YSL, Dolce G on my feet (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai (Yeah)
Cayman Islands, Australia
Can't believe (I'ma kill this summer)

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that NASCAR, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
I'm takin' the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs
*DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back 2x*
Wrecked the Benz, it wasn't rented, ho
Specs on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this sh*t like Liu Kang, aka Lieutenant, ho
Joc in this b*tch with me, he jock in this b*tch with me (Yeah)
And if you want them birds, I got a (Flock of them, they with me)
No cops and rich n*ggas is my icons
I'm not a African, but if you need bricks, b*tch, I can
Come back to you like the back of you
And back to you, now I'm after you
And if you order more we'll feed you rabbit food
[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer) Foreign car, 911 Panamera
Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda sh*t (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar
No stones in my Chopard
Hundred grand, could've bought a car (I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, newer Gucci
YSL, Dolce G on my feet (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai (Yeah)
Cayman Islands, Australia
Can't believe (I'ma kill this summer)

[Verse 3: London Jae]
[?] and my top gone
Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron
Got a bad b*tch and a wife at home
Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin' overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a b*tch
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in Full like rich or poor
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
I'm on my grind and that's real spit
Man, I'm on my sh*t, b*tches on my di*k
Designer frames on my face
Can't see you n*ggas, I'm outer space
Panoramic views, where my ceiling at?
In the penthouse where we chillin' at
I'm from Zone Three, Cleveland Ave
n*gga, f*ck you if you ain't feelin' that
Got a lot of hoes, a lot of clothes
Too many fans, I do a lot of shows
Got a lot of paper, f*ck the haters
Ten grand in the club, ain't nothin' major
Do what I want everyday
f*ck plenty groupies, I'm London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, I'm on time
Now that's what I call a hell of a summer
[Chorus: London Jae]
(I'ma kill this summer) Foreign car, 911 Panamera
Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda sh*t (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Big diamonds, Audemar
No stones in my Chopard
Hundred grand, could've bought a car (I'ma kill this summer)
Designer clothes, True Religion, newer Gucci
YSL, Dolce G on my feet (Man, I'ma kill this summer)
Overseas, the UK, Dubai (Yeah)
Cayman Islands, Australia
Can't believe (I'ma kill this summer)