Why do you have so much music?
Who are you listening to?
Born in Houston, it's alright,
Ray's Atlanta, that trap type,
Flute, flute, flute, flew to Cali,
that jazz like, got, got, got,
got her bands up, all night, all night,
Couple friends back in Toronto,
got these bitches off the camera,
Went to Tampa, pour some rose,
hit me if you need some champagne,
Got some swishes and tequila,
fuck them round and pop the molly,
Shawty bad, even though she
I can't take the summer off
tell me who gon' turn it off
I ain't trippin', it's our time,
I can't take the summer off
tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch, we on live, we on live, we all hype
I ain't trippin', it's our time, it's all mine,
I'm the type to hit it twice,
you the type to spend the night
You the type to give ad vice
tryna tell me to get it right
Live, live a life like this,
either way we in this bitch like the Beatles
Got too much on my plate,
I just do this shit for my state,
for my city dog, hot steaks
you just a walkin' target on some flytip
I can't take the summer off,
Tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch we on live, we on live,
we all hype mind tripping
It's our time, it's all mine
I can't take the summer off,
Tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch we on live, we on live
We all hype mind tripping
It's our time, it's all mine
Toast off to that champagne,
girl shake that damn thing
All dimes, no lyrics change,
Like you would think that it's Wu -Tang,
jet up to that home front
Doing show signs, fans follow,
think I'm Moses, West Coast
In this fold at mile high,
city up in that overdrive
we hard to find, blowing loud
How we sound, up in the clouds
Never take that summer off,
album leak, my plumber gone
Overtime all summer long,
Right rights, left hooks like Mike Tice
Shorty sweet like Mike and Ike
Take the shots, till we die,
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