Summers

I remember summers, I didn't have anything
Now I'm worried 'bout some wedding rings
Got 20's up in my pocket, got pink 50's for my girl g-string
They wear my heart like a heartstring, money on my body very often
Mufuckers eat my swag, hibachi, but never wanna start talking
So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it
Tape did great, still don't know how I feel
Rest in peace to mufuckin' Brian Wil
May not have a will, but you still my son
Like The Beach Boys, put the belt to your bum
You got an ego, but ain't do no shows
You gotta ask your bro for that top song
Don't you know mufucking right from wrong?
Twenty-five doing that bullshit
Hit you with that gun, make your belly sound like gong, aye
Sometimes all your plays was wrong, but you just gotta play along, aye aye
So I'ma get it when I get it, you obsess over mufucking digits
Get sniped like bitch Nine Vicious, not going far, you best believe it