SummerTime Breeze

Get a feel of the summertime breeze You feel from ya head All the way to your feet We ridin down the street We trynna have a good time Trynna link with the homies No we not lying I need a cup I'm trynna Pour up Pour up Send the addy We gonna show up Show up The night is young Can we go up Go up I need a Dutch Let's roll up Roll up Riding in the car I get a FaceTime It's the homie trynna hit me up So I pick up on the line He asking what we on I said I'm trynna figure out He say he got the gas on him And to pull at his house I make 3 rights Then I pull up in his yard Got out And heard then loud Ass barking dogs We go sit on the couch And put 2 in the air Then the homie said Let's invite some people over here I said cool We can mix up some juice Let me call some people up They got some bottles too So we can set the mood And it be a fucking movie I'm trynna invite ****** You know the one with the fat booty He said stop lying I told him I was serious He started clowning at me Like Eddie in Delirious But the night is young I just need a single chance It's a summertime breeze I'm just the summertime man If you ain't up on thangs D Wilk is the name And we pouring up a drank Got the music playing And we rolling up the big stank I got my shawty dancing on me And she doing her thang She threw back and look at me Like she was saying yours And I gave the look right back at her Saying I know that for sure And we party and having Until bout 2 in the morning Then my nigga ran in the house Said the police are just coming We said what Then we hear booming ass knock It was 2 police officers Saying that loud music had to stop So we all was like fine But it really killed the mood So the party stopped We trynna figure out what to do So we all got in our cars And we rolling down the highway Pulled up to the light Then the homie yelled my way If y'all want some food We bout head down You know where we going too Straight to Cookout