This Summer

I might move out to London or somethin' I might change my whole number or somethin' Gotta watch how I'm comin' this summer I might double or nothin' this summer Gettin' rich with my brother this summer When I smoke, I get dumber and dumber Where I come from, I know she a runner Why these niggas be fuckin' with me? I'm like Uzi, I just wanna rock I might go to Miami or somethin' Just to kick it and get on a yacht I might call up a whole bunch of bitches Have 'em waitin' on me at the dock Do not call me 'cause I'm on a mission Bitch, I'm waitin' to be at the top They don't actually listen to music They just waitin' to see if it flop Thеy just focus on nothin' but numbers And they can't evеn see it's a bop I'm comparing my numbers to Drake So I can't even see it's a lot And I wanna be king of the rap Just like Michael the king of the Pop I'm in Beverly smokin' a blunt Tryna get high as a bitch With the gang and they totin' a gun And they rip that bitch line and shit Why they watchin' that bitch shake her ass? Go ahead, get behind the bitch Lamborghini, it's too fuckin' fast She ain't been in this kinda whip I done flew her to Cabo too much When I hit it, it got in her gut Pull it out and she gobble it up Fucked around and I bought her a butt Told my mama that I'ma be turnt Get her outta the hood and it worked I got all of this shit out the dirt Now I skrrt off the lot in a Vert I be humble, I know I'm the G.O.A.T I got rich and I put on my folks I was bettin' on God and hope I'm not human, I know I'm a alien Or whatever that thing was on "Nope" And I still can't believe that I made it here Niggas thought that this shit was a joke Niggas thought that this shit was a game So much shit that I don't entertain They be tryin', that shit really lame This that shit that just come with the fame Lotta people don't treat me the same They act different whenever we hang Tryna figure out what they can gain I might move out to London or somethin' I might change my whole number or somethin' Gotta watch how I'm comin' this summer I might double or nothin' this summer Gettin' rich with my brother this summer When I smoke, I get dumber and dumber Where I come from, I know she a runner Why these niggas be fuckin' with me? I'm like Uzi, I just wanna rock I might go to Miami or somethin' Just to kick it and get on a yacht I might call up a whole bunch of bitches Have 'em waitin' on me at the dock Do not call me 'cause I'm on a mission Bitch, I'm waitin' to be at the top