​thr33 - Summertime

{Intro}
(Did you say 50 Cent, nigga?)
(Nigga, fuck your baby)

{Verse 1}
I came with a Glock, nigga, I ain't running
It's summer time, finna have some fun
Ayy, feelin' like 'Bron, shooting from the two
How many Percs? Nigga, give me two
Who is that nigga? I ain't never knew

{Chorus}
Ayy, caught me a opp, turn him to a ghost
Ni-Niggas don't fight, they always wanna boast
He think he big and bad tryna boast
I'ma be famous, touring coast to coast
Rob a fuck nigga, give me all your cheese
I'm with this baddie and she on her knees
That boy not gang, he the other side
I took his ho, now he fuckin' cry

{Verse 2}
These niggas sleep like a lullaby
Eat my girl butt like some fuckin' pie
Yes, I am quiet, nigga, I ain't shy
Protectin' my fam' 'til I fuckin' die
Shoot that boy once, in the fuckin' еye
See blue and red, nigga, hop thе fence
Asking for bread, shawty got me bent
Ca-Camp at his crib, hop up out that tent
Woke up in the (?...), lil' nigga, good mornting
I don't give a fuck, boy, it's not important
He act like a baby so I am aborting
She like how I fuck, shawty get to recording
This ho is a mess so I won't be sorting
Don't fuck with the gay shit, I'm not supporting
Whi-White ho, Tiffany, and she is snorting
That boy is a snitch, he get to reporting
When he in court, that boy get to pointing
Lil' shawty a thot, that's so disappointing
And me and my baby like Minnie and Mickey
Gotta watch out for snakes, nigga, they be tricky
And my main bitch call me, where the fuck he (?...)
And she gon' put her head down, give me licky
I stay with the finest women, I ain't picky
Run off on the cops, nigga, in a jiffy
Run off on the cops, nigga, in a split
She keep on naggin', get up off my dick
You niggas be little, nigga, you my son
They don't call me two or number one
And the opp nigga see me and he ran
And that boy wanna talk, nigga, show a band
And my niggas be sticked up like Iran
And my choppa gon' heat a nigga, give a tan

{Chorus}
Caught me a opp, turn him to a ghost
Niggas don't fight, they always wanna boast
He think he big and bad tryna boast
I'ma be famous, touring coast to coast
Rob a fuck nigga, give me all your cheese
I'm with this baddie and she on her knees
That boy not gang, he the other side
I took his ho, now he fuckin' cry

{Verse 3}
Ayy, yeah, bad bitch get on her fuckin' knees
Yeah, I come up now, she wan' fuck with me, ayy
I was down bad, ain't have no company
Ayy, she too fine, walk around with that bubble butt
If you wanna fight, pussy boy, knuckle up
I just got some bread, I'm finna (?...)
That nigga gay, he switch genders, the opposite
You let your ho beat up you, Chrisean
Wake up, get to the money at dawn
You cannot see me, nigga, like John
Yeah, free my twin 'cause that nigga on bond
And the Glock really split that boy melon
He been (?...), nigga, don't do no telling
See a bad bitch, baby, what is your number?
And she grip on my dick like it's a cucumber
And we outside, nigga, 'cause it is summer