For the Summer

Yo, I just got the new thing for the summer Now I need me a boo thing for the summer We can kick it like Liu Kang for the summer You can't tie me up though Shit, I don't even tie shoe strings for the summer I just let 'em hang like a new chain for the summer Speaking of, I doubled the Cubans for the summer Black girlfriend like, "Really, two chains for the summer?" But I done blew change on a few things that was dumber That's why it's cash rules, like Wu-Tang for the summer With that said, I might cop two things for the summer They both gon' be blacker than Luol Deng for the summer And then I'm nicknaming 'em Hussein and Osama That's a Saudi and an Afghan, new slang for the summer That's the Audi and the Aston's new names for the summer Cup in my hand, it's D'usse for the summer Every night a dark night, I'm Bruce Wayne for the summer, Lord Summertime shootouts, the wild west Brand new kicks and white Ts, my style fresh Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it Summertime shootouts, the wild west Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress Runnin' game like the summer tournaments Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on the bench, Lord It's all or nothin' for the summer Just cop it, we ain't cuffin' for the summer Playlist poppin', let it shuffle for the summer Me and this fly chick with a duffle for the summer (Lord) Ass like a carry-on, marijuana marathon On them nice Saturday's people be gettin' married on But we just tryna catch the party, flip it like a spatula, shawty Got bands, matching Carty's, strippers like the bachelor parties I'm a butt smacker when I'm off the nutcracker Barry Sanders on hoes, hell of a cut backer Slut back up, too much act up Ain't no cash behind you, I got too much backup I mean paper keep coming, can't do nothin' but stack it Swag too crazy, can't do nuttin' but jack it My studio's a padded room, I'm flowin' like I had a shroom Should've dropped this for summer like the son I had in June, Lord Summertime shootouts, the wild west Brand new kicks and white Ts, my style fresh Talkin' fly to every shorty walkin' by, she could get it For the summer but at least give me a weekend with it Summertime shootouts, the wild west Give it up like a gun pressed to your sundress Runnin' game like the summer tournaments Smoke somethin', sip somethin' with a player on the bench, Lord Lord Lord Lord Ayo, LA for the winter, New York City for the summer Gotta bring you with me, you too pretty for my number No time for hopin' you call I mean, girl, you so dope I might go through withdrawal Fall in love for the summer then elope in the fall You ain't even gotta pack soon as they open the mall She can hit it, she could get it, she could get it, yeah She could get it, it's too early for the titles but feel like we committed It's the B-K Nets games at the Barclays Bustin' off in the bed, soundin' like AKs Brrrat, brrrat, brrrat All up in it like, "Where it at?" Never had a real one in your life, took care of that When you fuckin' with the gold chains on, you hear that Bling, bling Every time I hit it from the back, bling, bling Fuck around and go another round ding, ding Yeah, that money got me on my Mayweather Going for the winter at least until that May weather It's too cold back home, I had to stay weather Never did this before, don't ever say never