Joan Clayton ft. B. Lewie & Steez Jobs Lyrics

What's up, JP

Motor City, Detroit

Ah, summertime comin

Bitch, you know we stuntin

Bout to send a bitch to LA

Like she Drummond

Bitch, you know we paid

Cartier white as onions

You can't see the frames

But these shades cost some money

You can't see inside

But your girl drivin' for me

And I'm in her friend DM's

Like, I want you

Tired, I'ma slide

In your bitch for the comfort

Niggas see you shinin

Then start grillin

Like your uncle

Had to cut some niggas

Off my team, like Joe Budden

Bitch, I'm in a sleeve

Ain't no keys, it's a button

Like it's Halloween

Smash your bitch like a pumpkin

Don't you ask, my bitch nothing

I'm so forward, she a dummy

Low key, but I got my hands in it

Like a mupper

Dexter ave, not Sesame Street

With yo Bitch, in Eddie V's

Niggas turned around

In they pics, tryna show the V

Don't know what I spent

On this drip

She gon' notice me

She went out of town

Came back with some upholstery

Means she got her booty done

Titties too, that's two for one

And she brought her friend

Two for one, that's a honey bun

Pull up with some bands

Baby, tryna give the drummer some

Spend a rack, get it back

Big stacks, hit sacks

Know I'm spendin' that

My bitch bad, food trash

She gon' send it back

Try to slide, psych, cop

I'ma beam a chest

Feedin dick to your lil' baby

Like it's semilac

I'm just tryna crack

Hit her once to send her back

She wanna make a movie

Baby, think this Cinemax

See me, yo, she relapsed

Told that bitch to relax

Dressed to the nines

Bitch, she a ten

Left the T-top

Just a skirt and a benz

Ass like Joan

Told girl, bring her friends

You let baby leave

Now she gone with the wind

When the summertime come

Ice, crush, white, buffs

Nigga, when the summertime come

Glock, tucked, white, ones

Bitch, when the summertime come

Loud trucks, piped up

Nigga, when the summertime come

Line up, fly as fuck