Swinging through the South side last night, baby

Yeah, you know that I was coming from my trap

Accompanied by a couple sexy ladies

Yeah, and a couple 'pagne bottles in my lap

And I have never swung this wild

Like Future, I lost my mind and my top and the same damn time

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)

Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)

All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)

And her diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping

Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping

Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love

Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club

Thuga

It's summertime in my city, man (City, man)

It's a bunch of fine dimes looking pretty, man

I'm tryna take a few with me, man (Let's go)

Hoping HPD don't come get me, man (You don't know)

You know it's poured up, you know what's rolled up

It ain't a summer, Slim Thuga ain't showed up (Thuga)

Spend a mansion with Johnny May, go, go, up (Thuga)

Everywhere we go, everybody know us (Thuga)

Hood superstars, like candy on our cars

When you se them fours you gon' know it's them Texas boys

It's summertime in the city, time to show up

We hit the club, watch how many bottles blow up

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)

Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)

All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)

And her diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping

Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping

Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love

Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club

Okay, everybody know I will kill

But it seems like my haters done took a chill pill

Even the ones that's real fakers acting real, real

Or the way the bass whipping my styrofoam, I know it will spill

The pool party popping, got them steaks on the grill

Whole hood participating, nobody getting killed

Just a bunch of real **** tryna smoke and chill

Chopping it up, tryna plot up on another mill

Shot all your money, homie, don't worry 'bout that

What the fuck you think a real **** for? I got that

Galleria, we shop that, gotta stay fresh for summer

Rolling slab, trunk beating like a drummer (Thuga)

Ten, eleven slabs in a single file line (Summertime)

Pocket full of money (That's how we do it in the summertime)

All those players got a bad ass woman on the side (Summertime)

And her diamonds ain't monkey

Summertime in my city, ain't nobody tripping

Summertime in my city, we just smoking and sipping

Summertime in my city, ain't nothing but love

Summertime in my city, every hood is like a club