Missing Summers

Hey Sims, let's go, man, shit is crazy

Turn me up too

You know exactly what I came for

The scene better when the rain pour

Fuck around and rearrange bul

Good girl, she became a whore

Hood girl, and it made me sore

My man's sister, and he went up North

They gave him letters when he went to court

Got beat up, then he switched the sport

I speed up like I'm in a Porsche

My feet up, I was in my thoughts

I heat up, you turn to a corpse

Survival of the fittest, for my name, God is my witness

Im glidin' like physics

Shorty chew me like gizzards

I brought the toolie, it's a blizzard

I'm stayin' loyal

Then admit it, don't you, the first body haunts you

Homicide wants you, who else to run to

I'm a young Sun Tzu

This is sunburn, this is something new

This is sucker proof, you a substitute (Fall back)

I'm fully loaded, I feel like you bogus

I'm feelin' like the coldest, this feel like COVID (Sick)

Shit real in my city, boy, you better tote it

Make a movie or light shit, episode it

Putting up numbers

**** missing summers

All my **** fresh as fuck, I could drip a puddle

Scrape another pot, I'm trying to really bubble

Now all my karma catchin' up, now I know who I really fuck with

Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle

The way your family set you up, tell me who really love you

On that Ricky Rozay, 'cause every day I hustle

And ain't no tellin' what's to come, because I'm really thuggin'

Part up a three in the Tahitian, lost two of my creatures

In the last couple of days, the family been grievin'

They took one of my closest ****, put two in his dome

The third time I went to jail was with Pook and Jerome

The sent my **** Pook upstate, did a deuce for the chrome

Seen my **** Rome laid out in a funeral home

From one bullet to the neck, left his two kids behind

He killed three, four **** and never did no time

The last three people he robbed, two of 'em pressed charges

One of 'em died, they had a shootout in a red Charger

Two weeks ago, I seen the car window with spider webs

Burned up in a field with three bullet holes in the driver's side

Two days ago, nephew got questioned by the homicide

They lookin' for him and his older brother on his momma's side

You know the one who talk a lot and be doin' the most

Don't ever post them guns up, but keep two in the tote

The four pound was a stick, I'm in your town, then I skip

Solo, Greyhound, you never did that shit

High fives with the liqs', I'm in the crib at the Six

Was in the hood kissing babies, and taking flicks

It's Charlie Pope, I'm fully woke

Fully had a scope, I'm the best against the ropes

She felt my vibe, then I hit her throat

I'll probably hit your coat

Was in the field, young ****, streets was the culture

Putting up numbers

**** missing summers

All my **** fresh as fuck, I could drip a puddle

Scrape another pot, I'm trying to really bubble

Now all my karma catchin' up, now I know who I really fuck with

Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle

The way your family set you up, tell me who really love you

On that Ricky Rozay, 'cause every day I hustle

And ain't no tellin' what's to come, because I'm really thuggin'