Summer

[Prehook x2: London Jae] We gone do this out the summer, word to palm trees Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school Switch up them paint jobs, take out them old shoes [Verse 1: London Jae] We fuck them motors, (?) my shit straight out of (?) Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that chick Pull up at the red light, go Got them (?) on the back, so the bitch sit low Got a grand for the paint, (?) blow snow (?) like woah Cashin' out, never cashin' in Tired of livin' (?) in The ho goin' crazy, fuck you pay me Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin'? And I'mma kill this summer, word to momma And I put that on my motherfuckin' gunners, I'm a stunna These bitches love me, they say I do too much But I just crack a smile, bitch I don't do enough True story, you heard it here first And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse [Hook: London Jae] (I'mma kill this summer) Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe All kinda shit (Man I'mma kill this summer) Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my (?) 100 grand, coulda bought a car (I'mma kill this summer) Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci YSL, (?), on my feet (Man I'mma kill this summer) Overseas, the UK, Dubai Cayman Islands, Australia, (?) [Bridge x2: Young Thug] Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car My rap name is Young Thug I'm taking the trade to be a Blood My blunts are like two dubs Put 'em out, the roaches like bugs [Verse 2: Young Thug] (?) the Benz ain't rented, ho (?) on my face too tinted, ho Kick this shit like (?), aka Lieutenant, ho Jockin' and be with me, he jockin' and be with me And if you want them birds, I got a (flock of them with me) No (?) and rich niggas is my icons I'm not an (?), but if you need bricks (?) Come back to you, like the back of you Now I'm after you And if you order more, we'll feed you rat food [Hook: London Jae] [Verse 3: London Jae] (?) and the top gone Got a pint of lean plus I'm on Patron Got a bad bitch and a wife at home Gettin' crazy dome while I'm on the phone Private flights, G6 Flyin' overseas, got me seasick Cold heart, never trust a bitch Got a cold wrist, cold six Forty-five, born to live, live to die Summertime got a new coupe, no roof Carbon fiber, bullet proof Paid in Full like (?) Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more I'm on my grind in that real (?) Man, I'm on my shit, bitches on my dick Designer frames on my face Can't see you niggas from outer space Panoramic views, wanna (?) In the penthouse where we chillin' at I'm from zone three, bleedin' there Nigga fuck you if you ain't feelin' it Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes Too many fans, I do a lotta shows Got a lotta paper, fuck the haters 10 grand in the club, ain't nothin' major Do what I want, everyday Fuck many groupies, I'm London Jae Got the top spot, the world mine The city mine, I'm on time Now that's what I call a hell of a summer [Hook: London Jae]