Summer Collection

[Intro]

Shit, I ain't gon' lie

I ain't gon' lie, I'm kinda disappointed, nigga

But listen here, b-before you—before you drop that—well

Before you drop this shit, lem—

Let me give you some inspiration, 'cause you lackin', homie

[Verse]

That shit was trash, we gon' let him get a do-over (Redo)

They got you gassed, you must think that you the new Hova (I feel you)

Lil' four-dot-o, nigga, I jumped in a new Rover

Your brother still jump in the bed and you tell him, "Move over"

These two roach niggas don't know what to do in no raid (Uh-uh)

Kanye gave you whips, but that's what they do to the slaves

You tryna act bad, but we ain't doin' charades

I really have bombs on the block just like I threw a grenade (What you need?)

Don't got no time to be concerned with no watch you got

You never been uptown buyin' that work up by the Papi Spot (Que lo que)

Tryna get [?] when you run up in the ocky spot

Buy five-thousand bottles, then turn around and get a choppy chop

I spent five hundred thousand down at Mazza spot

I got a half-a-million car with the broads on top

And fuck they flowers, we got Rolls-es with the stars on top

I make a toast with my jewels, like, "Mazel Tov" (To the good life)

My name is my name but they ain't scream it yet (Capo)

They talkin' 'bout the wrath of Caine, but we ain't seen it yet (We waitin')

We got the switches on that, bitches, your whole team get wet

Let me chill, 'cause I don't wanna get my team upset

The only beef you know, nigga, is Arby's or the Big Mac (Facts)

We don't drive through, we drive by in the car with a big MAC (Grrt! Grrt!)

The last shit you dropped, that shit was garbage, take that shit back

Plus you got your brother rappin' - what, you tryna bring The Clipse back?

Talkin' 'bout your brother, what happened to that boy? (Ahh!)

He's lookin' like they've been selling crack to that boy (Two-for-fives)

It's really though, nothin' to jokes, that's how niggas get embarrassed (Uh-huh)

Really got some money, I'll catch you niggas out in Paris (What's up?)

I got shooters like Luka that hit you niggas out in Dallas (Glah)

Y'all be dressing kinda weird, man, you really need a stylist

Plus, what y'all know what you identify with, Push

You kinda sorta dress, nigga, you been a fly bitch

And then he said that I was really chasin' a feature (Really?)

Nigga's a gorilla 'cause he got some apes in his features

All my Gorillas got Stones, I'll have these apes come and meet'cha (East side)

I put these Billies on a jet, you pick a place, they'll meet'cha, nigga (Nine Trey, nigga)

Man, talk about my jewels, that was a cheap shot

But these is all VVS, these ain't the cheap rocks

I don't know if you're a rapper or I should treat you like a street opp (How you want it?)

Psh—I know[?] top 50 list I was a ch—

[Outro]

I can't imagine what you goin' through

Hahaha (Shit, I don't know. We just, I mean—you know)

Ahh!