All Summer

I be standin' on a whole like Whole type other different shit, like Niggas don't be what I'm on, shit like that, and like That shit really be hard to explain, though I don't be trippin' on all that other shit, though Fuck them hoes for life (Damn, Myst, you got one) Fuck them hoes for life, I swear You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Yeah (This sound like Quel) Flex all summer 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) These niggas want me to die, but I can't die, boy, I up that fire Naw, for real Naw, for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel These niggas be envy, these niggas ain't real These bitches be playin' both sides for real Free Kodak, just popped me a pill I'm ridin' like wheels, I'm dyin' to live You got a chopper, I got a chopper 'Bout these dollars, I'm dyin' right here Naw, for real Stop that flexin', what's your reason? I just might go Long Live Mexico (Skrrt), go cop me that Demon I just might go buy the Texaco, the one right there on Bleveland Do this shit here for the trenches, free the menace, them my people Flex all summer 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) These niggas want me to die, but I can't die, boy, I up that fire Naw, for real I can't die young (On God), I fuck with Roddy Ricch I can't die young, I wan' do a lot of shit (On God) Got two sons now, I'm so proud of this Hope you proud of this, my bitch in Prada, bitch Yeah I can't move wrong, keep that tool on my hip Up that bitch and blow, I show a nigga how it feel Everything was just alright, the group home was here Free Lil Tay and Clark, I hope them niggas get an appeal Flex all summer 'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I'm a punter Ain't no runner All my opps, they ain't my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God) We'll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?) We'll mop shit like your mama We'll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah) The streets don't love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh) These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do) Ain't no more love inside (Nope) These niggas want me to die, but I can't die, boy, I up that fire Naw, for real Stay there The 'partments, while you was played out Mm-mm-mm Ain't no more love out here