"Ready For The Summer" lyrics
Young Chris & MadeinTYO Lyrics
Made In Tokyo
Ready for the summer gunna one man band
Nigga ain't ready for the drummer
Say da strength is in da number hear the pain and da hunger
Shooting like Durant on da thunder
Do my damage and I'm back in the lab
Back in the kitchen no culinary certificate
Brother did It I live wit it hustle bitch u illiterate
Cops ain't no shit you admitted it
Still we took it to trial they acquitted it
Everybody scream free da jails and never visit it
Toys all summer in the winter we Honda Civic it
Nigga pussy nigga is sweet nigga is licorice
Nigga is fucking with young who nigga ridiculous
Shout to all the prisoners say the streets is missing us
Don't be mixing us with them nigga they coming up missing
Aborting ya mission missile kiss em under da missile
Stock over shoulder hollow tippers under da tissue
Ain't got no stripes they ain't official
I'll do more than leave em cripple I promise they ain't a issue
Promise we ain't forget you Co-D got a nickel
Now how they ain't convict you
I should make em hop out and get you
They ducking and tripping da sound of da whistle
Hit em n da paint or we hit em from da triple
He ain't die then we hit em n da spital
King size the casket for da bastard hot shells heart cold as Alaska
Work unlimited to da masses buy in bulk it's massive
We clip up get active u open don't pass it you go get that basket
Last nigga flashed it ain't blast it
Other nigga got to it faster now he ashes
The family the pastors, funeral homes the Janazah's
Young nigga crashin' trying to keep up with the fashion
Young Assassins early twenties they can't imagine
Even with all the motion nigga having
Im just tryna make it back to the family after the gathering
Still here playing my role after the casting
Finna to eat up good like my brothers after the fasting
Big G wagging big mink dragging
Two bad bitches no better love cabin
Play if I front you I double the back end
Tell em uncle Sam ain't the only one taxing
Bum ass nigga the only ones bragging
Wit dem hoes get to cappin' it's a whole different bracket (Motha Fuckas)
Ohhhhhh yeah
Nigga know
UPS look it up touchdown cook it up
Watch da law tryna book us up
But don't blow it get the doe and put it up
WTF how we ride coming outside
Only rat nigga hide like whattt
Free Byrd free peem you know da team
Free the dogs
Ready for the summer gunna one man band
Nigga ain't ready for the drummer
Say da strength is in da number hear the pain and da hunger
Shooting like Durant on da thunder
Do my damage and I'm back in the lab
Back in the kitchen no culinary certificate
Brother did It I live wit it hustle bitch u illiterate
Cops ain't no shit you admitted it
Still we took it to trial they acquitted it
Everybody scream free da jails and never visit it
Toys all summer in the winter we Honda Civic it
Nigga pussy nigga is sweet nigga is licorice
Nigga is fucking with young who nigga ridiculous
Shout to all the prisoners say the streets is missing us
Don't be mixing us with them nigga they coming up missing
Aborting ya mission missile kiss em under da missile
Stock over shoulder hollow tippers under da tissue
Ain't got no stripes they ain't official
I'll do more than leave em cripple I promise they ain't a issue
Promise we ain't forget you Co-D got a nickel
Now how they ain't convict you
I should make em hop out and get you
They ducking and tripping da sound of da whistle
Hit em n da paint or we hit em from da triple
He ain't die then we hit em n da spital
King size the casket for da bastard hot shells heart cold as Alaska
Work unlimited to da masses buy in bulk it's massive
We clip up get active u open don't pass it you go get that basket
Last nigga flashed it ain't blast it
Other nigga got to it faster now he ashes
The family the pastors, funeral homes the Janazah's
Young nigga crashin' trying to keep up with the fashion
Young Assassins early twenties they can't imagine
Even with all the motion nigga having
Im just tryna make it back to the family after the gathering
Still here playing my role after the casting
Finna to eat up good like my brothers after the fasting
Big G wagging big mink dragging
Two bad bitches no better love cabin
Play if I front you I double the back end
Tell em uncle Sam ain't the only one taxing
Bum ass nigga the only ones bragging
Wit dem hoes get to cappin' it's a whole different bracket (Motha Fuckas)
Ohhhhhh yeah
Nigga know
UPS look it up touchdown cook it up
Watch da law tryna book us up
But don't blow it get the doe and put it up
WTF how we ride coming outside
Only rat nigga hide like whattt
Free Byrd free peem you know da team
Free the dogs
