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4 Summers
309
Hip-Hop/Rap
4 Summers was released on September 26, 2025 by Mg Lil Bubba as a part of the album Bub's Burgers 2 (Deluxe)
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Release DateSeptember 26, 2025
LabelMg Lil Bubba
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mg Lil Bubba
Mg Lil Bubba
Performer
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Performer
King Hendrick$
King Hendrick$
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mg Lil Bubba
Mg Lil Bubba
Songwriter
That Mexican OT
That Mexican OT
Songwriter
koshua hendricks
koshua hendricks
Songwriter

Lyrics

You know my ho trippin', talkin' 'bout I won't spend no time with her 'cause I hustle too hard
Bitch, I'm out here tryna get rich, ho
When we can eat steaks and this bitch wan' eat peanuts
I park a Benz by the Yokohama
I'm havin' no fumbles
I had the same plug four summers
And, naw, for real, I need more runners
I'm sellin' Obama
If I was Bird, I'd go Hummer
I sell these pills and buy a ho a Lexus
I'm doin' more flexin'
You want a plug, you gotta go to Texas
Trap rollin', not no Mexicans
My big homie got a car that he ain't drive since '07
Steering wheel on the right side
**** say he got a cheaper number, I say, "Likewise"
You can get a whole box, we don't even price five
Spend a twenty on the kids, this ain't even my size
Me and Bub goin' platinum on the album and the arm
Lil' cuz sellin' chickens all day, he need a barn
My lil' bitch want a law firm and I want a pharm'
We got uncommon wealth, man, this shit ain't for the norm
Tell Ferrari make that pickup truck
I spent thirty, but I only got my bitch some stuff
When you turn into a hater, then your bitch get fucked
When you stackin' up the paper, then your wrist get bust, ****
A conversation from a bad bitch, it change the mood
All the eight balls she sold, the crib came with a pool
Take risks or you'll be broke like you can't pick your food
Smokin' grade-A dope, but I ain't pass in school
Keep that stick like a baton, no refunds
Mention my name to the plug, he give you three coupons
Standin' on top of the business 'til my feet give up
I'm the Blackest **** you ever seen votin' for Trump
Shit, my leather so soft, it remind me of Weezy
Cut the top off the slab, ridin', jammin' No Ceilings
You can tell me 'bout my town when my city get empty
Whip a Honda Accord, ****, like that bitch a Bentley
Uncle tellin' me the story 'bout the three lil' pigs
Last time a **** huffed and puffed, you seen what we did?
Leave the trap for a year, I can't be them guys
Smoke a blunt and flip the channels while I change my mind
I park a Benz by the Yokohama
I'm havin' no fumbles
I had the same plug four summers
And, naw, for real, I need more runners
I'm sellin' Obama
If I was Bird, I'd go Hummer
I sell these pills and buy a ho a Lexus
I'm doin' more flexin'
You want a plug, you gotta go to Texas
Trap rollin', not no Mexicans
My big homie got a car that he ain't drive since '07
Bitches peepin' the Rollie when I dip in the guacamole
Walkin' with a white pit, I named her Angelina Jolie
I'm in NOLA with the whoadies smokin' dodie for surely
Act like you know me, not you owe me when I come through, homie
Went to OKC just to party with all my homegirls
Took the bad bitches to Pluto and I'm in my own world
You can ash it on the floor, the maids comin' mañana
My yoppers and choppers go rrah, that bitch sound like Desiigner
Yeah, sippin' on this lean, I feel like Free when it's three with him
Lyin' through your motherfuckin' grill, get your teeth missin'
Crippin' in my vision, lil' homie, yeah, I just see different
Put him in the ground like COVID, he got six feet for the distance
Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's how I do it
S-T-double-O-P-I-D, bitch, I'm goin' stupid
Yeah, I'm tryna give her cooties in her oohwee on a movie
I'm the only one that do it, I make her move it like King Julian
I park a Benz by the Yokohama
I'm havin' no fumbles
I had the same plug four summers
And, naw, for real, I need more runners
I'm sellin' Obama
If I was Bird, I'd go Hummer
I sell these pills and buy a ho a Lexus
I'm doin' more flexin'
You want a plug, you gotta go to Texas
Trap rollin', not no Mexicans
My big homie got a car that he ain't drive since '07
Steering wheel on the right side
**** say he got a cheaper number, I say, "Likewise"
You can get a whole box, we don't even price five
Spend a twenty on the kids, this ain't even my size
Me and Bub goin' platinum on the album and the arm
Lil' cuz sellin' chickens all day, he need a barn
My lil' bitch want a law firm and I want a pharm'
We got uncommon wealth, man, this shit ain't for the norm
(Are you still taking the painkillers?)
Written by: Mg Lil Bubba, That Mexican OT, koshua hendricks
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