Summer ’16 lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
I gotta teach em bout racks cause I know they lost
Thinking bout dropping a 60 replacing my pearlys with ice and gold dental floss
Lots of most these gangsters round n*ggas be b*tch and DL, I won't say it they know they soft
I came with my pistol in case of an issue but they ain’t even like that it threw me off (Thanks, Ugly God)
I gotta start taking everybody for they word and they image cause really sh*t boosting now
I'm putting money on all of my bros if they working, I'm really a booster now
All of the n*ggas I grew up sally, yeah huh, with they mama they losers now
All my ex’s still report to me even when they with you, they some users now
I can't be challenged bout n*ggas with nothing, actually f*ck about no one
Fame talk to you last week then f*ck it, My circle smaller than plan b's
Stay with the stick like Keanu Reeves
My brothers still drop a couple P's
My b*tches still wear them double C's
Merry Christmas cause I spent a 100 G's
No cap, I be scamming if it weren't for rap
Old ass 6 had to go and get a wrap
Too paranoid, gotta keep my strap
I ain't arguing with you boy you a trap, lil boy
n*ggas ain’t getting no funds
n*gga make this sh*t fun
All of that smoke we want it

[Verse 2: Ugly God]
f*ck her late night and I dip by the morning
Keep blowing my phone up, the f*ck is you doing?
When I catch a play I go deep and I score it
I hit you back when I get where I’m going
When I make it rain you know I keep it pouring
She thing that I'm cheating but I’m just exploring
When I leave the house all the b*tches be swarming
Just let a n*gga hit it from the back
Got a whole lotta racks (whole lotta racks)
Spit a whole lotta facts (spit a whole lotta facts)
My material mink (mink, mink, mink)
You can check my stats (check my stats)
When I step in the rink (step in the rink)
She gon' break her back (back)
Bring her and her best friend back (bring her best friend back)
My b*tch keep texting my phone asking where I'm at (where the f*ck is you at?)
I'm with a couple bad b*tches right now straight like that (straight like that, like that)
Spent a few bands on the fit and the sh*t don’t match (sh*t don't match, don't match)
Spent a lot of bands on the b*tch if her sex ain't wack (sex ain't wack, ain't wack)
I just wanna live a a sweet life on deck like Zach (on deck like Zach)
And I'm bring him back (And I'm bring him back)
Put the team on the map (put team on the map)
And I mean what I rap (and I mean what I rap)
I ain't going out sad I, know I make a broke n*gga mad, why-
Hate when you don't got a bag don't, care if I make a n*gga mad I, came first place you last
[Outro: Ugly God]
Ooo n*ggas straight groupies they copy what we on
Hop out the bed and I look at my phone and my b*tch mad as f*ck cause ain't sh*t we agree on
Creep through the dark with my black Louis V on
These n*ggas lame and they really some peons
Bought a new chain that b*tch colder than freon
These n*ggas mad cause they not what I be on
My b*tch is bad and she bright just like neon
Keep her low key she don't like to be seen
Sorry lil baby I hate to be mean
I can't chase a b*tch if I'm chasing my dreams
You know with me and lil boat on the track we gon' slide on that b*tch like it's summer 16
(like it's summer 16, slide on that b*tch like it's summer 16)
(Thanks, Ugly God)
(Thanks, Ugly God)
(Thanks, Ugly God)
(Thanks, Ugly God)
(Thanks, Ugly God)