Summer Jam - Kool John, Iamsu!, HBK Plo

Me and my niggas made a Summer Jam

Me and my niggas to the Summer Jam

Me and my niggas kilt the Summer Jam

Me and my niggas most wanted at the Summer Jam

We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah

We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah

We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah

We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah

Shmoplife boys we like to party

Tear up the party, don’t drink Bacardi

I drink up the Henny, my blunts not skinny

Women got plenty, my niggas with me

Big booty girl shaking they butt

Yeah baby got butt, I’m blatant as fuck

I be making them bucks, man hating is buck

I be baking the funk, I be quaking in your trunk

City from city, I like my girls really pretty

You niggas faking the funk, you niggas Milli Vanilli

I be geeked up, with my feet up

Cops some more swishers looking for the trees bruh

She gave me head like a ball cap, under her bald strap

Big ass with a bald cat

I need them haters and i’m looking for the back

If I ain’t a Shmop boy then what do you call that (YEE!)

Young P-Lo I’m the hoes favorite

HBK the gang ain’t nothing to play with

No reply they ain’t talking the payments

Your bitch hit my phone always making arrangements

I’m in my zone, haters kill it alone

Mixing Gin with Cris I’m taking shots to the dome

See me out of town I’m always repping my home

Always stealing the style these other rappers is clones, uh

More bitches more gold chains, yeah

Don’t want a piece I want the whole thing, yeah

Always keep it hot like propane, yeah

Say they going hard spitting no flame, yeah

Tell a bad bitch to pop it for a pimp

While you laying with the bitch you a fucking S.I.M.P

Money, money, money yeah I gotta get

Fuck the politics, my gang I’m riding with

I’m Heart Break minded, ice cold climate

Gold teeth gold chain I don’t do the diamonds

Haters can’t stop me, no they can’t hold me

She be head first to the balls like a goalie

Holy moly, two tone rollie

You show your dude love like my name Mick Foley

Summer jam champ yeah, plotting on a mansion

Center like a letter yeah I stamped it

Big man on campus, I’m the dean

Stepped out clean fresh, on the scene

G-Star jeans, cost like three

Bet your girlfriend want a boss like me

But she can’t ever have it, uh

I’ma Heart Break savage, yeah

I’ma Ben Frank addict, yeah

Automatic, systematic