"Summertime Homicide" lyrics
Yeah
Bitches make it hot
Hoes make it hot
Slammin', Rolls Royce Rabbit, might get my ghost on
Hotboxin' my Box Chevy, Joe, what you smokin' on?
Fire, ice water drippin' on my denim tears
She breakin' my phone, it might just break her spirit
When we kick it, she don't spend it, she know what it is
I got hella area codes, hoes like Ludacris
Post me on the Instagram 'cause she just wanna pop off
Got Rolexes, VVSs, shit, we'd use the knock offs
I could never love her, like Joe Budden, she a jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off, like
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
Summertime homicide, I get your weak-ass hit
I heard this bitch was tryna play me like a weak-ass trick
She brought her friends to the table, I ain't treatin' nan', bitch
Now check it, I know she heard I'm controversial and it got her stressin'
Got every rapper tryna fight me just to sell they record
These niggas snitchin' on they homies just to clear they records
Jammin' on this shit, I'm on yo' tombstone two-steppin'
Got some brand new choppers for an opp, can't wait to pop off
Wet up out the brick, a couple "O"s I need to knock off
If you really love me like you say, then make it jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off
She post me on the Instagram 'cause she just wanna pop off
Got Rolexes, VVSs, shit, we'd use the knock offs
I could never love her, like Joe Budden, she a jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off
Yeah, nigga
Bitch-ass nigg
Um, bitch
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
East side, when we ride, I get your weak-ass hit
Bitch, uh
You know what I'm sayin'
At least 75 degrees
Straight slammin', runnin' that pack, Cali and black
Had a bad bitch fresh outta [?], she got attached
You the one I need, my only love, that shit was cap
Wish I wouldn't have filled her head up with that, I can't relax
'Cause a nigga out in public now 'cause she just wanna pop off
Then she get to yellin', I ignore the bitch and walk off
Call that ass an Uber, talkin' shit'll get you dropped off
When she runnin' her mouth, I'm in the valley with the top off
Like
"Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
I need Chanel and foreign trips, I ain't no cheap-ass bitch"
I said "That's cool but just don't fuck me like no weak-ass bitch
Go acrobatic on this dick, yeah, all that freak-ass shit"
And I'm like, "Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
Summertime homicide, I get your weak-ass hit
Don't talk your way into a grave, yeah, that's some deep-ass shit
I saw your paperwork, it look like some police-ass shit
Fuck nigga."
Ugh, bitch
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
East-side, when we ride, we get your weak-ass hit
Fuck nigga
Bitches make it hot
Hoes make it hot
Slammin', Rolls Royce Rabbit, might get my ghost on
Hotboxin' my Box Chevy, Joe, what you smokin' on?
Fire, ice water drippin' on my denim tears
She breakin' my phone, it might just break her spirit
When we kick it, she don't spend it, she know what it is
I got hella area codes, hoes like Ludacris
Post me on the Instagram 'cause she just wanna pop off
Got Rolexes, VVSs, shit, we'd use the knock offs
I could never love her, like Joe Budden, she a jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off, like
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
Summertime homicide, I get your weak-ass hit
I heard this bitch was tryna play me like a weak-ass trick
She brought her friends to the table, I ain't treatin' nan', bitch
Now check it, I know she heard I'm controversial and it got her stressin'
Got every rapper tryna fight me just to sell they record
These niggas snitchin' on they homies just to clear they records
Jammin' on this shit, I'm on yo' tombstone two-steppin'
Got some brand new choppers for an opp, can't wait to pop off
Wet up out the brick, a couple "O"s I need to knock off
If you really love me like you say, then make it jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off
She post me on the Instagram 'cause she just wanna pop off
Got Rolexes, VVSs, shit, we'd use the knock offs
I could never love her, like Joe Budden, she a jump off
Summertime or the wintertime, I'm somewhere with the top off
Yeah, nigga
Bitch-ass nigg
Um, bitch
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
East side, when we ride, I get your weak-ass hit
Bitch, uh
You know what I'm sayin'
At least 75 degrees
Straight slammin', runnin' that pack, Cali and black
Had a bad bitch fresh outta [?], she got attached
You the one I need, my only love, that shit was cap
Wish I wouldn't have filled her head up with that, I can't relax
'Cause a nigga out in public now 'cause she just wanna pop off
Then she get to yellin', I ignore the bitch and walk off
Call that ass an Uber, talkin' shit'll get you dropped off
When she runnin' her mouth, I'm in the valley with the top off
Like
"Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
I need Chanel and foreign trips, I ain't no cheap-ass bitch"
I said "That's cool but just don't fuck me like no weak-ass bitch
Go acrobatic on this dick, yeah, all that freak-ass shit"
And I'm like, "Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
Summertime homicide, I get your weak-ass hit
Don't talk your way into a grave, yeah, that's some deep-ass shit
I saw your paperwork, it look like some police-ass shit
Fuck nigga."
Ugh, bitch
Fuck your homies and your weak-ass clique
East-side, when we ride, we get your weak-ass hit
Fuck nigga
