"Summertime" lyrics
Ayy, jump from out my sleep, get on my feet, nigga, cash rules
Phone on DND, I'm so tired of hearin' bad news
I can't find no Percs, so I'ma jerk, can't shake this bad mood
Still got a lil' syrup from yesterday, so I'm a tad cool
You can play a dummy, I'm far from it, I ain't no damn fool
Pin her to the wall, feed 'em food, then send 'em back to dude
I pop shit for fun, Christian Lou', told her pick some shoes
We got racks and guns, get what you want, baby, pick it too
Bo-bodies on my conscience, on that car soon as it pass through
Come get you an onion, this ho jumpin', we got fast food
Shoot the Drac' and drive, spit that fire out, I'm a bad dude
Drift my car, I hop out with missile, put your shit in cruise
Brand-new tommy gun, this bitch a bomb, make your ass poof
I come through, shit, you can too, bitch, I'm livin' proof
Uh, look at my wrist, this bitch a tick, paid cash too
Uh, feel played, go out my way and pull a foul move
Said I was gon' quit, ain't that a bitch? I'm right back sippin'
Lil' bro out for vengeance, smack a nigga, crush a Perc' and sniff it
DOA, this shit so serious, I might just get picked up
Throw a rock and hide your hand, come through, blow your shit up
Summertime, we back outside, uh, they like, "There go Deebo"
Shirt off with my youngins, showin' 'em how to come up, throwin' CeeLo
Uh, on probation, still pistol packin' on the D-low
Uh, don't be loafin', I been out here scopin' for a free throw
Summertime, we back outside, uh, they like, "There go Deebo"
Shirt off with my youngins, showin' 'em how to come up, throwin' CeeLo
Uh, on probation, still pistol packin' on the D-low
Uh, don't be loafin', I been out here scopin' for a free throw
Phone on DND, I'm so tired of hearin' bad news
I can't find no Percs, so I'ma jerk, can't shake this bad mood
Still got a lil' syrup from yesterday, so I'm a tad cool
You can play a dummy, I'm far from it, I ain't no damn fool
Pin her to the wall, feed 'em food, then send 'em back to dude
I pop shit for fun, Christian Lou', told her pick some shoes
We got racks and guns, get what you want, baby, pick it too
Bo-bodies on my conscience, on that car soon as it pass through
Come get you an onion, this ho jumpin', we got fast food
Shoot the Drac' and drive, spit that fire out, I'm a bad dude
Drift my car, I hop out with missile, put your shit in cruise
Brand-new tommy gun, this bitch a bomb, make your ass poof
I come through, shit, you can too, bitch, I'm livin' proof
Uh, look at my wrist, this bitch a tick, paid cash too
Uh, feel played, go out my way and pull a foul move
Said I was gon' quit, ain't that a bitch? I'm right back sippin'
Lil' bro out for vengeance, smack a nigga, crush a Perc' and sniff it
DOA, this shit so serious, I might just get picked up
Throw a rock and hide your hand, come through, blow your shit up
Summertime, we back outside, uh, they like, "There go Deebo"
Shirt off with my youngins, showin' 'em how to come up, throwin' CeeLo
Uh, on probation, still pistol packin' on the D-low
Uh, don't be loafin', I been out here scopin' for a free throw
Summertime, we back outside, uh, they like, "There go Deebo"
Shirt off with my youngins, showin' 'em how to come up, throwin' CeeLo
Uh, on probation, still pistol packin' on the D-low
Uh, don't be loafin', I been out here scopin' for a free throw
