Summer Bummer

[Verse 1] Contemplating major moves, summer time, staying cool Counting every second up until the last day of school Playing pools, crushing on the hottie with the body And she go with Tommy if I say something he'll probly try me I be bistro walking with my LMG brothers Recognize our face so they telling me they love us Like "I love whatcha-call-it, and you’re whats-his-name And he’s so-and-so, ain’t y’all Lunch Money Gang?" And I’m just so flattered that you knew me see usually I spit a little game to a cutie But your beauty is fine enough to cast in a movie And your booty? Make me wanna shag like scooby Say she’s from L.A. school’s out and she here to play Looking for somewhere to stay, my hotel near the bay Say she got a man but text his number Keep in touch, I’ma probly come back next summer [Hook] x2 We partied a lot, did the summer real Epic vacation, we actin’ a fool The days aren’t hot, they more like cool Breaks over everybody going back to school [Verse 2] I just be californicating, debating Or taking a trip to Benihanas for some steak and [?] We on our way to Vegas Sega Geniuses on repeat Niggas roadtripping but we landed on our feet Tank tops, flips flops hair long low [?] I don’t really smoke but fuck it nigga roll up To live and die in this city is what our actions do What happens in Vegas can stay on Sahara Avenue Until I come back Saw my nigga Kendrick Lamar, what up black? Fuck you got up in your cigar, the skunk pack? Eight doobies to the face nigga fuck that I just want to kick it with some bad women My style for that explicit Sipping while I’m whipping, hoping I don’t kill us Cowboy hat on the door, don’t visit [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] Tank top flip flop the summertime over Quite frankly I can’t wait until it get colder The year 2012 I been living like a stoner I ain’t getting older but my money is We some young niggas, having fun nigga Everything we do is big, word to Pun nigga I be all over the map, don’t tell them where I’m at You say he by the [?] I be chilling with my nigga Zac I be chucking on them haters, she say she want to taste me You know I got the flavour What you want? Ain’t no need to front I tell her come and get it I’m going in a month, end of summertime Man, sometimes I don’t wanna rhymye But my nigga told me to cook up another line I ain’t even got the patience Summer bummer I’m gone, til the next vacation