"It's The Summer" lyrics
Babyfxce E & Fox BD Lyrics
[Fox BD:]
Mm
Mm, mm
It's just me and Fxce right now, nigga
West Memphis to Flint, nigga
You know how we brackin', nigga
Uh, uh, Foxes Only, nigga
Uh, uh, you dig?
BD
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
[Babyfxce E:]
Huh, huh, Hellcat can't stop cryin' (Cryin')
Chrome Heart, can't stop buyin' (I can't)
Old drank, can't go buy this (I can't)
She wanna give her love to me, ma just can't stop lyin' (My bad)
I don't pay for features, no buyin'
Two thick bitches, they look like tigers (Stretch, huh)
Fxce on a beat just like you (What else?)
I wanna drive in strikers (What else?)
Tell them my smile, finna ice it (Ice)
I met BD at the cypher, but'll still step 'bout him like we for lifers (Know that)
I like thick and petite shit, she my type, she brown and light skinned
[Fox BD:]
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
Uh huh, I trap around the world with the shooters
Never sober, stay zooted and booted
My life changed and I been turnin' down moolah
The less smoke, we have more opportunities
BD known for harboring a fugitive
I only fear the prosecutor
Fuck my old hoe, my new shot cuter
[Babyfxce E:]
Hoodie still on in the summer (Summer)
Don't press bro buttons, he got button (Bop)
Had to skate on a nigga like Rylo (What else?)
I done slimed his ass out like Thugger (Brr)
Glock 9 shoot like butter (Bat)
Bitch so fine, can't trust her (Huh)
Got too high and I ain't fuck, she lucky (Damn)
Two-tone ARP with the racks stuffed in my Duffy
[Fox BD:]
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
[Babyfxce E:]
Yeah
Me and BD in this bitch, nigga
It's summer time still, don't get hit with that hot shit
You know?
You know?
Brrrrr
Blatt
Blatt
Blatt
Mm
Mm, mm
It's just me and Fxce right now, nigga
West Memphis to Flint, nigga
You know how we brackin', nigga
Uh, uh, Foxes Only, nigga
Uh, uh, you dig?
BD
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
[Babyfxce E:]
Huh, huh, Hellcat can't stop cryin' (Cryin')
Chrome Heart, can't stop buyin' (I can't)
Old drank, can't go buy this (I can't)
She wanna give her love to me, ma just can't stop lyin' (My bad)
I don't pay for features, no buyin'
Two thick bitches, they look like tigers (Stretch, huh)
Fxce on a beat just like you (What else?)
I wanna drive in strikers (What else?)
Tell them my smile, finna ice it (Ice)
I met BD at the cypher, but'll still step 'bout him like we for lifers (Know that)
I like thick and petite shit, she my type, she brown and light skinned
[Fox BD:]
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
Uh huh, I trap around the world with the shooters
Never sober, stay zooted and booted
My life changed and I been turnin' down moolah
The less smoke, we have more opportunities
BD known for harboring a fugitive
I only fear the prosecutor
Fuck my old hoe, my new shot cuter
[Babyfxce E:]
Hoodie still on in the summer (Summer)
Don't press bro buttons, he got button (Bop)
Had to skate on a nigga like Rylo (What else?)
I done slimed his ass out like Thugger (Brr)
Glock 9 shoot like butter (Bat)
Bitch so fine, can't trust her (Huh)
Got too high and I ain't fuck, she lucky (Damn)
Two-tone ARP with the racks stuffed in my Duffy
[Fox BD:]
It's the summer, we back on that timin' (Hundred degrees)
I can make a hit without rhymin' (Shit easy)
ARP flash like blinders (Frrt)
Hoe phone number was on my binder
Trackhawk keep on whinin'
This bad bitch keep on whinin'
My son can't stop from whinin'
Money counter, can't stop whinin' (Frrt)
[Babyfxce E:]
Yeah
Me and BD in this bitch, nigga
It's summer time still, don't get hit with that hot shit
You know?
You know?
Brrrrr
Blatt
Blatt
Blatt
