Fuck Up The Summa

[Chorus: Bump J]

I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summer

Your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips

That look like a comma

All your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna run up them numbers

You told the folks everything you know

And we don't know nothin', no

We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds

My niggas get to that money

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summertime

[Verse 1: Bump J]

I'm addicted to stuntin'

Extended clip and that's thumpin'

I do not want your woman

That bitch ain't know nothin'

She all on my bumper, I run her and gun her

Then I'ma let Money hit her

When we done with her, come and get her

If you gettin' to that money I'll lay your ass down

If I can't get no money with you

I ain't even finna play with her

Fuck a Chevy, I'm a Wraith nigga

Fuck your buzz, mine way bigger

How it feel to kick it with a made nigga?

With a paid nigga? We so up

Sittin' high in the nosebleeds

Audemars for an OG, fuck a Rollie

[Chorus: Bump J]

I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summer

Your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips

That look like a comma

All your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna run up them numbers

You told the folks everything you know

And we don't know nothin', no

We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds

My niggas get to that money

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summertime

[Verse 2: Yo Gotti]

I'm from North Memphis

This shit like Chiraq

These youngins got Dracos and scarves on their heads

Like we in Iraq

Intercept your sack

Ain't no gettin' it back

Ain't no talkin' 'bout what we gon' do on no song

We just go brrrrat

Bump J, welcome back

Like you never left (welcome home)

And I'ma play right with my nigga forever

Play hoes to the left

CMG to the death

Got that .30 like Steph

Got them hoes like Hef

The hate bad for your health, yeah!

[Chorus: Bump J]

I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summer

Your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips

That look like a comma

All your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna run up them numbers

You told the folks everything you know

And we don't know nothin', no

We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds

My niggas get to that money

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summertime

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

Push

Here to fuck up the summertime

Let 'em know that the summer's mine

Let 'em know that the dog food got 'em lined up

It can hold a nine

When I say it can hold a nine

Then you know that means overtime

So you know that my young niggas got them big things

Shoot a hundred times

I told you a hundred times

Said this shit in a hundred rhymes

I'm the only dopeboy that's quotable past the borderline

Fuckin' way past the borderline

Nigga we can have a order-thon

Not talkin' Lambos or Ferraris, nigga, when I order mine

[Chorus: Bump J]

I'm about to pull them whips out and fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summer

Your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna pull out them big ol' sticks with clips

That look like a comma

All your niggas some bitches

Your bitch is a gunner

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna run up them numbers

You told the folks everything you know

And we don't know nothin', no

We stackin' them hundreds on hundreds

My niggas get to that money

Finna fuck up the summer

Finna fuck up the summertime