Summer 21 Lyrics

I'm on, summer coming in

And I'm home, still going in

Out sauced up, dripping

Got the four O with me

That's a no go pimpin

You think you catching me slipping

Hit yo ass from distance

Like fuck the chance of me missing

Trap move too fast, two glass doors

When I'm at the pad

Making you mad, so sad

Sorry I got that bag

Get off yo ass, get cash

Hustle and handle that

Big Streetz get money, two hundred up on the dash

You willing to race, I pick up the pace

You step outta place, make a mistake

Get erased

You fucking wit a heavyweight

Nigga you better know it

My hand, I never show it

Watch me run up the score, nigga

You know how we do in this bitch nigga

Big Streetz nigga

Check me with my team nigga

Stay flexing, stay close to my weapon nigga

Ya dig

Check my team flexing

Diamonds all in my necklace

Bitches come wit they girls out, I ain't talking bout best friends

Fuck her and let her set in, niggas done brought them checks in

Letting her count them racks up, kick her out once it check in

Ain't no disrespecting, staying close to my weapon

See you and let them shots ring

Niggas gone get that message

Making money is my thing, juggin out and collecting

Smoking dope help me maintain, on defense got me stressing

Tryna run up pressing, hammers gone cave yo chest in

Talking choppas and shotguns handgun Smith and Wesson

Leaving a nigga guessing, knowing he learned his lesson

Chill and smoke wit set now, counting up all these blessings, yea

Yea nigga

Summer 21 nigga we coming for everything that's ours nigga

Ya dig

Big Streetz nigga, S V K

King shit

Run it up nigga