241 Summer ft. Joseph Torres

It's raining that paper, it's stuck in the gutter, Me and the whole gang gon' fuck up the summer

We ridin', real deep in that all blacked out Hummer, trippin', I'm dippin', I'm sippin' the substance

Me and lil' baby, we deep in the covers, scars on her wrist, yeah, I know she a cutter

Fuck that I'm trippin', I thought that I loved her, fuck with her brothers, we don't keep in touch

Trippin', I don't give a fuck, tell them pussies, try your luck

Go down, I unlock the trunk, and then I go for the pump

These days we rappin' for what, others can't even keep up

These days we wrappin' you up, these days we wrappin' you up, uh

For the birds and the bees, fly like an eagle, gettin' high by the trees

This music catch you rotten your teeth, ain't no rapper you hear gon' be colder than me