Summer Over

[Intro: DJ Drama] I'd like to welcome you To the end-season tournament The HHBA, Hip-Hop Ballers Association I am your host The four letters, GOAT [YG Teck: Pre-Chorus] I had to get rich Winter time, Im right back on that shit (Mr. Thanksgiving) Put horse tranq on every half of the Brick Got my savages lit (Yes) I really used to have a passion for this It took some time thought it'd be faster Than this YG Teck welcome the 4th Quarter I'm about a dollar how about you? It will be no overtime here It's a blowout [Chorus: YG Teck] I had to get rich Wintertime, Im right back on that shit Put horse tranq on еvery half of the Brick Got my savages lit (Yеs) I really used to have a passion for this It took some time thought it'd be faster Than this I ain't asking for shit I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch My girl just worried 'bout her captions And pics Hope they ain't tapping my shit Road runners, hot winters, with them Cold summers I seen niggas get indicted chasing low Numbers [Verse 1: YG Teck] Glock near, you see the numbers that My block did The judge giving niggas letters now, not Years I'm one great and I ain't never got to Pump fake I could really run through this shit in one Take I can eyeball a count off a eight ball Shit selling so fast I'm doing break-offs Now I'm talking to the plug, trying to get A square I used to think this rap shit'll make us Millionaires (Free AR) I was broke, trying to get it niggas laughed at us Now I got it niggas trying help niggas shit ass backwards I'm a cash stacker [Chorus:] I had to get rich Wintertime, Im right back on that shit Put horse tranq on every half of the Brick Got my savages lit (Yes) I really used to have a passion for this It took some time thought it'd be faster Than this I ain't asking for shit I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch My girl just worried 'bout her captions And pics Hope they ain't tapping my shit Road runners, hot winters, with them Cold summers I seen niggas get indicted chasing low Numbers [Verse 2:] I really think I'm getting better with my Hard times I wouldn't call your shit a hustle cuz it's Part-time (You ain't all in) You know niggas curve out when niggas Start dying You know you can get the money it just Cost time (Yuh) I don't tell 'em how I'm coming and That's how I do Pounds landing & you got mail shit like Yahoo! (You've got mail) My bitch said she want a bricky, I'mma Buy it too People I love stole from me and they lied Too A stressed man same time, I'm a blessed Man Finish swift like Kyrie with the left-hand If every thing fail I learned how to stretch Grams Focus on my own I ain't worried 'bout The next man [Chorus:] I had to get rich Wintertime, Im right back on that shit Put horse tranq on every half of the Brick Got my savages lit (Yes) I really used to have a passion for this It took some time thought it'd be faster Than this I ain't asking for shit I lost 60, I was mad as a bitch My girl just worried 'bout her captions And pics Hope they ain't tapping my shit Road runners, hot winters, with them Cold summers I seen niggas get indicted chasing low Numbers [Outro: DJ Drama] Summertime mode I'm locked in Rather be heard than not seen 4th Quarter I like to turn up though YG Teck said No Excusez So I don't wanna hear about your half-way hustles Greatness over all things, that's those four letters GOAT, DJ Drama