Summer '23 Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
I remember the old days in middle school, used to be steppin' in Roshe's
Outside the spot we got heavy security, we in here burnin' that mochi
In Central Los Angeles back at the telly, it was just me and my brodies, aye
I cannot trust every woman I meet, I'm forever gon' ride for my roadies
Ghostin' on me for no reason
Too many people I cannot rely on, I'm thinkin' like who to believe in
Nobody answered the phone when I needed, it's breakin' my heart into pieces
Girlie found out I was cheating, she told me to beat it, aye
Countin' on Pitt 'cause he one of my bros, foreign vacation wit all of my woes
Whip in the kitchen, yeah we havin' chicken and rice, and the recipe never disclosed
Feel like the president, hit-men surrounding my residence, ready to shoot at your nose
Close range combat, cuttas on point, them desert gateways gon' slit yo throat
Takin advantage throughout the pandemic, I'm drivin' a boat way before I could vote
Sendin' a virgin or two at a opp, for certain, we gon' put two in his top
Recently having these humongous orders, I got a deposit to set up a shop
Rockin' the reaper on halloween night, lookin' spooky, I'm takin' a picture with Chop
Ballin' wit Eli and Colin, they spot up for three, they don't ever be missing a shot
Me and Roan just took a flick
SBR playing footy, it's havin' kick
Makin' plays in my city like Michael Vick
Loso Loaded, I'm pullin' up wit ah stick
Anywhere that I go, I get my respect
Since he thinkin' he tough, I'ma break his neck
Aaron Rodgers, I'm putting green on a jеt
I'm in Avalon visiting my brunette
Everywhere I be puttin' on for the set
I made a commitment, gotta put on for the county
Walk in my spot I got hitters I'm keepin' around
For sure they gon' pick up the bounty
Custom-made handguns and rifles inside of my crib
I'm buying and buying and buying
Oh he got brave, and ran up inside of my crib
He dying he dying, he dying
Ghostin' on me for no reason
Too many people I cannot rely on, I'm thinkin' like who to believe in
Nobody answered the phone when I needed, it's breakin' my heart into pieces
Girlie found out I was cheating, she told me to beat it, aye
Countin' on Pitt 'cause he one of my bros, foreign vacation wit all of my woes