Summer Breeze

[Intro: Conway the Machine]

You got me fucked up

Yeah

Uh, look

[Verse: Conway The Machine]

I could count dope money wearing a blindfold

Whip a quarter brick up with my eyes closed

My grandmother used to use the back porch to dry clothes

Road trips to visit my connect, my guy drove

My life is in living color fly hoes

Dancing at the end of all of my shows

White girl's sniffing white like she got a wide nose

The shooter's unalive foes, the money that I hide grows

The fried red snapper the salmon bake and the steak

All from chopping tan base up on ceramic plates

Wait, five hundred grams of shake and it's flake

Land O Lakes, the thirty room mansion and the lake

The Porsche Panamera grape

I treat a bad bitch like Ike Turner with Anna Mae

Who wanna spar a few rounds? Boy, my stamina great

Once you get trapped behind these bars you can't escape