Summer Blockbuster ft. Buddy Flo Lyrics

Where I'm from they let them hammers out

Living movies get the cameras out

In my state they let them hammers out

Living movies get them cameras out

That bang, bang, bang, bang nigga

That bang, bang, bang, bang, nigga

Shout out to J-Lord

Trill niggas in this clique

Focused on arithmetic

Was the sky till I popped the pill and now I'm feeling limitless

Tell them niggas this is it

Married to the city, to the game, and to the money I'm a young, trill polygamist

Rollin' Maui, smoking loudly

Till it's cloudy and I'm drowsy

Counting thousies, high as Towley

Goons around me, gettin' rowdy

Pussy wet, throat deep, swear your girl is tryna drown me

And I mean to Rockford, what weed mean to Cali

Tell em' bout me

Hop out when Impala land, dolla bands

Fly, sharp, and cuttin' hoes bitch, I'm like Kitana fans

Burnin' up these ganja grams

City on my back, Imma lead us to the promised land

And they can't see the kid, no sonogram

Ball like Hardin, causing arson

Crosses flossin', raw and flawless

Starvin' artists, startin' carnage

Get your fucking carcass garbaged

Wages garnished, hold on ho

Fly in everything that I throw on ho

Ride around town and I blow on dro

Killing every beat that I flow on, whoa

Aye, where I'm from, they let them hammers out

We living movies, get them cameras out

Where I'm from, they let them hammers out

We living movies, get them cameras out

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

Hit the club with my team

Turn it to a murder scene, bang

I got on my grind and got more checks

Stop loving hoes and got more sex

I'm that nigga from the east side to the south side to the northwest

Problem is you got more stress

Cause you fuckin off and we fuckin bosses

My kush smoking, my money talking

Ain't hard to tell that we do this often

You know I'm off it

Niggas hate but that's nothin' new

Back when I was in the Bonneville I had a gang of hoes that I was running through

Want the truth, I've been a trail nigga since a little nigga what you know about it

You ain't never seen nothin' like it, don't even know how to go about it

Turned up while I'm riding high

Yo bitch in my backseat

She done brought a few friends through

We about to have a track meet

Blowin' loud, gettin' topped off while I drive slow through the back streets

She got a man, but when it come to that, she come fuck with me cause he that weak

Last week it was all good, now it's even better

Next week we'll be rich forever

It's E.P.T till I D.I.E. and think Eight One Five when you see them letters

Yeah, who you know that get it like I get it

Young niggas on a mission

It ain't personal, it's business

It's the Family, ho

Where I'm from they let them hammers out

We living movies get them cameras out

Where I'm from they let them hammers out

We living movies get them cameras out

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

This be the trillest shit

The trillest shit you ever seen

Hit the club with my team

Turn it to a murder scene, bang

Trillanois

They said they want that bang, bang

They said they want that bang

I heard they want that bang, bang

They want that bang, bang nigga

They want that bang

They want that bang, bang nigga

They want that bang

They want that bang, bang nigga

They want that bang

They want that bang, bang nigga

Trillanois