Shiesty Summer

Ayy, ayy Know I might be next to blow, but I'm still tryna stretch a bow 375 up the score, Choppa gang bitch, I'm CEO Had to slime 'em out about that bread, you know he had to go I just crossed another nigga over with no pick and roll Get on the ground, listen up, ho give it up or get hit up Fucking on this thot and she a opp but I'on give a fuck If I ever took you on a mission, we forever stuck I'm tryna make one of these rap niggas give they Rollies up He got out the kitchen when he found out he couldn't take the heat Niggas wanna be in competition, tell 'em take a seat I gotta make sure the trappers, killers, and the robbers eat I'ma get locked up for overkill, you think 'bout robbing me (and may he rest in peace) This a shiesty summer, yeah Buck you for your llama, yeah Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah This a shiesty summer, yeah Buck you for your llama, yeah Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah Off this drank, I bet I catch a opp before I catch a cold You gotta quit putting yo' trust in niggas who ain't never rode Used to think my nigga was a hunnid 'til his colors showed Really wanna get a bitch but these hoes be too quick to fold Mr. Pooh, that sticky dude, bitch I got juice in the drought Draco trip a nigga on his face tryna chase him some clout When it's time to slide, you know we quick to break them choppas out And you gotta get patted down before you reach the Choppa house And I been on some new shit ye ain't gotta check my old work Ten steps ahead, I was still in school doing my homework Quick to set a nigga up that love to put they hoes first See-through clip up in the AUG, I watch the bullets burst City was just getting a lil' too dry, I brought the trouble back Me and Hank gon' make sure that he whacked 'cause we gon' double back Swerving left to right up in the scat until we caught a flat And you ain't never slimed nobody out, so why you screaming slatt? This a shiesty summer, yeah Buck you for your llama, yeah Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah This a shiesty summer, yeah Buck you for your llama, yeah Choppa hit his heart, won't hear it beat, ain't no more drama, yeah You ain't never slimed nobody out, so why you screaming slatt? Me and Hank gon' make sure that he whacked 'cause we gon' double back I gotta make sure the trappers, killers, and the robbers eat I'ma get locked up for overkill, you think 'bout robbing me