This Summer - Dave East, D. Jones

Taylor on the beat

Real niggas stand up

It’s holiday season, bitch

Whole water, you get jammed up (forever mean mugga, word)

I’m the reason you think you got a chance

Broad day light, aim at his face, so he ain’t got a chance

They strippers, they gotta dance

We gangsters we gotta move

We run us, you gotta lose

Making sure you never disrespect, only point to prove

George town inspired me, painted the foregin blue

Fuck police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too

Stash in the Bentley, I’m hood, still riding filthy

I told them I could walk on water, oh, god forgive me

If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to kill me

Bitch this Crip plus I’ve been sick, ain’t doctor can help me

Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef

Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left

Met this forty off with my right

Package be here by the morning, we ordered that shit tonight

Flight to Florida to get some white

Just send it, I get it, break it down and feed the set

Don’t be partying with guala, just sent it and get the jet

Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet

He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet

If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot

I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet

He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet

If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot

I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

I’m the shit that you made up, on the first, gave 'em no cut

That bring the fiends back all month, teach your class if y’all want

A professor with 'grams, you die, you next to your mans

Really invested in scams, garlic with devilish plans

Garlic noodles and lobsters, somewhere planning to hit

When you come form the dirt, a clean getaway is the shit

Salmons and scallops, breaking down pounds at the palace

Grown women ready to fuck, don’t want you around if you childish

Dripping in jewels from jewellers that don’t talk to the broke

Crib big now, homie get you drowned in the

My daughter got her own pool, I’m giving out swimming lessons

How we living, my kid ain’t stressing

Violating these Smith-N-Wessons

Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet

He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet

If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot

I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

Talking shit on the 'gram, they see and they quiet

He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet

If they don’t let us in the building, we gon' start a fucking riot

I got niggas that sold a lot of coke but they ain’t never tried it

Nah, that’s that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem shit right there

That’s the difference between us and y’all

That’s the difference between hustlers and customers

You feel me?

Yeah

Alright, cool