Summer’s Ours lyrics

[Verse 1: Euroz]

Put my city on I'm the next to
Pursuing dreams, Luther King with a test too
Plus I'm going harder than the rest do
They saying I'm the sh*t, well appoint me to the restroom
f*ck the money and power, they respects due
Bob Fischer they contemplating my next move
Scratch these n*ggas off that's the object
n*ggas buzzing only cause my tape hasn't dropped yet
I'm the hottest out if you ain't get the news
f*ck what a n*gga talking, we let the b*tches choose
And this the Great Alliance, ain't no switching crews
Feeling like we 'bout to blow and this one might've lit the fuse
Real n*gga my haters wishing they was one
Going hard to recognition and buzz come
Spill so much liquor you'd've thought I lost a loved one
Family over everything these b*tches above none

[Hook]

Belt buckle, Hermes
Walk up in the club, exorcism n*ggas turn heads
Celebrating, make a toast, n*gga burn bread
Kill everything that's what my n*gga ? said
The summer's ours, winter's too
Top down in the winter that's what winners do
f*ck n*ggas and b*tches too
All I need is this money my n*gga this will do
[Verse 2: J. Dunn]

My n*gga you always sneak peek into my life
Good weed, bad hoes, hit the mall, pick a store to spend a couple racks on
Swagger, cash long
Snapback, cap on
Getting it while I'm here boy, cause this sh*t never last long
You n*ggas is gassed up, what planet your ass on
Soon as this sh*t drop here, money out the as*h*le
They call me an as*h*le when they tell me that I'm half gone
Cause I swear this sh*t too dope and I feel I'm getting my trap on
I show up to show out, swear it's bout to go down
I hope that you catchin' every verb, every pronoun
Swimmin' in the f*cking money still letting my dough pile
Kush is my cologne and that sh*t there is so loud
The summer's ours, the winter's too
Killing every f*cking thing, that's what killers do
My n*ggas is in the hood still letting them chickens move
Money, power, respect n*gga this sh*t is due

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Euroz]

Young Hugh Heff, I keep broads in the bed
P contemplated the range then garaged instead
A prisoner of the mind I keep bars in my head
For a feature I should charge cash, an arm, and a leg
Just booked another venue, my grand's up n*gga
Bad b*tches front and center with they hands up n*gga
You the type I'm not a fan of n*gga
I'm the type to get ovations, a stand up n*gga
Heard they say I fell off, but I've been on my grind still
I'm making more than what others offer from side deals
What a seffer refuses to do a dime will
Feeling like you running right?, now you know how I feel
n*ggas di*kriding well of course to get seen
And if she see a line she gon' snort that sh*t clean
These b*tches be tryin' to kick it like it's 4th and 15
Knowing that I'm winnin' on course to get green
What up
[Hook]