Summer

[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 fuck niggas 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 shit 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 bitch 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, fuck you, pay me Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin'? And I'ma kill this summer, word to mama And I put that on my motherfuckin' gunners, I'm a stunter These bitches love me, they say I do too much But I just crack a smile, bitch, 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 shit (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 shit like Liu Kang, aka Lieutenant, ho Joc in this bitch with me, he jock in this bitch with me (Yeah) And if you want them birds, I got a (Flock of them, they with me) No cops and rich niggas is my icons I'm not a African, but if you need bricks, bitch, 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 shit (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 bitch 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 bitch 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 shit, bitches on my dick Designer frames on my face Can't see you niggas, I'm outer space Panoramic views, where my ceiling at? In the penthouse where we chillin' at I'm from Zone Three, Cleveland Ave Nigga, fuck 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, fuck the haters Ten grand in the club, ain't nothin' major Do what I want everyday Fuck 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 shit (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)