4 The Summertime

We’re making plans setting up for the summertime
Gotta' prepare, yeah for the summertime
Got my homie with me, swear he gon' bomb
So when you hear that (Dun, dun, dun, dun)
Got the ice, Ima' show it, the money blow it
Now they follow, I’m a poet, you better know it
And I stay with a bad Mamacita, just a call if I need some
Aye shawty
I’ll surprise you like I fell out a tree
Can’t name one artist similar to me
I guess I gotta' break it down, I’m hearing missiles now
Guess you gotta come and get me now, you know I’m switching up, you got that
bta sound (Ughhh)
We’re making plans setting up for th summertime
Gotta' prepare, yeah for the summertime
Got my homie with me, swear he gon' bomb
So when you hear that (Dun, dun, dun, dun)
Got the ice, Ima' show it, the money blow it
Now they follow, Ima' poet, you better know it
And I stay with a bad Mamacita, just a call if I need something
Aye shawty
It’s summertime Kool-Aid vibe, smiles, and Jordan slides
Top gone, sense gone, slapping tell me when to go
Beast mode, watch the maneuver, the Lambeau Leaper
Tiptoeing out the friend zone like (Mm, mm, mm, mm)
Campbell soup, work at Baskin Robbins
How I scoop Dina Asher, how she runs through my mind, it’s on a loop
Getting loose at the barbecue stuffed like Bruce Bruce
Got gin, got juice, and whatever you into
Pour a Lil from the homies we lost since middle school
But this a celebration, I got five on the choke too
Blow it out to the sky blue, that’s how we do
Call it a cherry on top with a sideshow or two, slide thru'
We’re making plans setting up for the summertime
Gotta' prepare, yeah for the summertime
Got my homie with me, swear he gon' bomb
So when you hear that (Dun, dun, dun, dun)
Got the ice, Ima' show it, the money blow it
Now they follow, Ima' poet, you better know it
And I stay with a bad Mamacita, just a call if I need something
Aye shawty
Yeah, I’m hitting South Beach
Then I’m flying out to the west (To the Bay)
A lotta' coughing on my chest (You know)
But I got my hands together cause I’m blessed (Amen)
I wanna' take time, thanks Khaled for the key (In my pocket)
For my mom for believing me (Yes, yes)
All my supporters, you’re family (Let's go)
How could I ever cut ties you’re part of me
We’re making plans setting up for the summertime
Gotta' prepare, yeah for the summertime
Got my homie with me, swear he gon' bomb
So when you hear that (Dun, dun, dun, dun)
Got the ice, Ima' show it, the money blow it
Now they follow, Ima' poet, you better know it
And I stay with a bad Mamacita, just a call if I need something
Aye shawty