Up For The Summer

(Hmm) Nigga get up in your bag, get up out your feelings Scrollin' through her pictures all day, that don't do no healing (Hmm) Get some money, hit her friend, bet that bitch gon' feel it Got a 100k up on the line, yeah, I need me a runner All it take is one play, and I'm up for the summer You don't got the sauce, hmm, damn man, that is a bummer I'ont give it out, so they (hate) me like (Christopher Tucker) Bad bitch, but I cannot trust her, she a setter-upper Rob who? Bet I lolli-(POP) you and make you a (sucker) Out in Miami, keep the (Heat) like I'm Jimmy and Butler (No matter what you say or what you do)— like Donald and Glover Bad bitch, postin' quotes on Twitter like she innocent Real life, already know a couple niggas hittin' it Thinkin' that aesthetic gon' cover up that silly shit Treat these hoes regular, ain't none of these hoes different I'm still the same ass nigga from the fifth grade Only difference is my dick and now I'm more paid Same ass nigga back from Andre Agassi Couple bitch niggas that I know, still mad at me But now that we here might as well address it You EVER tripped with my brother, I'll NEVER respect it If you think we cool, we NOT, I'm gon' get you hurt Trippin' bout a bitch we had first, how the f*ck that work? (Goofy) Probably mad, cause every argument, yo bitch bring us up Probably mad, cause we got the sauce, and we rich as f*ck And probably mad, that if you try some shit, we gon' get you touched And if not, TLO his mama, f*ck her credit up E-A, charge it to the game like I'm playin' some Madden D-A, trynna build a case, but the evidence lackin' He-A, bitch and we all know it, that's why we be laughin' 10 to 4, yeah I hit my point I ain't doin' no crappin Hmm Forreal..