[Intro]
Yeah yeah, uh, Ain't nothing like summer in New York, top down with my shirt off, feeling glorious
We cop fast cars but drive em’ slow
I ain't tryna race dawg
[Verse 1: Meyhem Lauren]
Four phones, five homes, six hundred clones
Head crack the final maneuver is break your bones
Like a [?]
Direct em' truthfully
Fall back, salute me
Y’all niggas goofy
Clutch the heat and keep a steamer for a schemer
Iced out and Mookie and Tina pushing a Beemer
Intricate with it, infinite ticket
The ride ain't never ending y'all niggas can keep pretending but you not one of them ones
Like most of my thugs we different
Was writing raps reminiscing on packs, was flippin'
Getting chicken, extended clip is just my background
My favorite city ain't a city that you lack round
Seen shooters be right back, after they back down
Only motion, no emotion
Word to mommy, I put my body in every ocean
Catch me floatin, coast to coastin', we posted
[Chorus: Mayhem Lauren and Lord Sko]
Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it
Still on the grind wit’ it sip a little wine wit’ it
Half an acid tab tryna' find my mind in it
Could make a a hunnid’ k double up in 5 minutes
Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it
Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit’ it
Half an acid tab tryna' find my mind in it
Could make a a hunnid' k double up in 5 minutes
[Verse 2: Lord Sko]
Tear drops in the bucket, fuck it the weed burning
I'm not a rapper or a real person
Just a figment of imagination, pass the haze while I stand on broken glass in the back of alleyways
Sixteen sticks of cancer in my lung
Money dirty so I got attorneys handling my funds
Light the blunt up when I'm drunk, just to ramble with the dutch
Flyin' stripper bitches up out of Atlanta for the month
I'm T-Mac with the handle in the clutch
Tryna make it out my city, rockin' sandals in the sun (for real)
I take a second to breathe
A lot of y'all favorite rappers coming second to me
I got bitches up in Chelsea rolling mescaline leaves
Rocking thousand dollar pants, still distressing the jeans
Throw the folding chair at you like Sabu
Me and Mey' at the table wit' a plate of that Wagyu
Catch twenty through [?]
Can't recall ever asking the shit they telling you
Fucking four hoes, two of em' identicals
Ain't no exception to the rule, the kid exceptional
[Outro]
Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it
Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit' it
Summer time wit' it, out my mind wit' it
Still on the grind wit' it sip a little wine wit' it
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