Summer Time (with Yung Mono)

When I hop on any beat I gotta come correct Might as well call me nike I keep the game in check Tattoos on my arms so I’m gonna flex Hop up in the whip and she asking where we goin next I keep on running and gunning They keep on coming and fronting That girl so stunning it’s something This beat is humming and bumping The bass keep punchin and punching While I keep stunting and rushing I always spit like it’s nothin That’s just the end no discussion Push start and I’m hopping on 75 SadBois hit me up you know gotta make it live Coming for ya head like a line drive Song of the summer keep it buzzin like a beehive Full flow you not deprived Neck deep in the game so I didn’t have to take a dive Hop in VIP cuz we don’t need a line SadBois and Mono hot boys for the summer time