Summer (feat. Strizzy Strokes & Kuzco Da Foo)

I Mix Nation Fr

Let That Boy Cook

Got Them Boys Shook

This that block music straight from off your auntie porch

My producer cook that heat, that shit be Scott storch

Pyrex and fork shit(skrr) everything be dope

This for **** married to the game like they eloped

Get money, junior mafia, **** stop for what (for what)

Not even when the profit up, that is not enough (at all)

The year just started and you thinking bout the summer months

It's like money came in 3rd the way yourun it up

Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one

Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome

I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber

This for **** that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer

Still trying run up them numbers and fuck it up for the summer (huh)

Wilding out like I'm Nick, this cannon hit like a drummer

All my partners rich homies got cash money like Stunna

And R.I.P to Flipper, he told me go get some money

Me and Cee gone pop our shit back with another one (another one)

Shit get sticky for that cake I need a honey bun (a hunnid bands)

When I apply that pressure **** one and done (done)

Let that boy cook, we got em shook, summers coming up (God)

Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one

Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome

I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber

This for **** that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer

**** and came in this bitch, then they ain't wit us (woe)

Only move wit the main hitters, click full of gang members (woe woe woe)

Dope cheap, my people sell it shit on these ****, got em jealous

Hit a lick then hit the mall, dunk on them ****, LaMelo Ball

Most these **** put in position, then fuck, don't know what to do

I'm the type of **** put you in position, show you how I kick it, making a move

**** be thinking we in competition, til they realize they already lost

Addicted to this drink I'm sipping, behind the wheel I'm nodding off (woe woe)

Pop my shit like DJ Khaled on another one

Me and Cook we just can't miss, this shit be troublesome

I feel like Dolph and Glock, I just can't stop going dumb and dumber

This for **** that's still in the trap wit packs and doing numbers

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer

Doing great and being humble, getting yards wit no fumbles

Stack it up, no need to wonder

They trying to fuck up the summer