All Summer - Slimelife Shawty

I be standin' on a whole like

Whole type other different shit, like

Niggas don’t be what I’m on, shit like that, and like

That shit really be hard to explain, though

I don’t be trippin' on all that other shit, though

Fuck them hoes for life (

Damn, Myst, you got one

Fuck them hoes for life, I swear

You know what I’m talkin' 'bout?

Yeah (

This sound like Quel

Flex all summer

'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I’m a punter

Ain’t no runner

All my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God)

We’ll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?)

We’ll mop shit like your mama

We’ll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah)

The streets don’t love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh)

These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do)

Ain’t no more love inside (Nope)

These niggas want me to die, but I can’t die, boy, I up that fire

Naw, for real

Naw, for real, when you in that field, better keep that steel

These niggas be envy, these niggas ain’t real

These bitches be playin' both sides for real

Free Kodak, just popped me a pill

I’m ridin' like wheels, I’m dyin' to live

You got a chopper, I got a chopper

'Bout these dollars, I’m dyin' right here

Naw, for real

Stop that flexin', what’s your reason?

I just might go Long Live Mexico (Skrrt), go cop me that Demon

I just might go buy the Texaco, the one right there on Bleveland

Do this shit here for the trenches, free the menace, them my people

Flex all summer

'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I’m a punter

Ain’t no runner

All my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God)

We’ll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?)

We’ll mop shit like your mama

We’ll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah)

The streets don’t love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh)

These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do)

Ain’t no more love inside (Nope)

These niggas want me to die, but I can’t die, boy, I up that fire

Naw, for real

I can’t die young (On God), I fuck with Roddy Ricch

I can’t die young, I wan' do a lot of shit (On God)

Got two sons now, I’m so proud of this

Hope you proud of this, my bitch in Prada, bitch

Yeah

I can’t move wrong, keep that tool on my hip

Up that bitch and blow, I show a nigga how it feel

Everything was just alright, the group home was here

Free Lil Tay and Clark, I hope them niggas get an appeal

Flex all summer

'Fore I go broke, kick in your door, I’m a punter

Ain’t no runner

All my opps, they ain’t my sons, they my nephews, call me uncle (On God)

We’ll stop shit up, no plumber (What else?)

We’ll mop shit like your mama

We’ll pop shit like Obama, naw, for real (Yeah)

The streets don’t love nobody, naw, naw (Ooh)

These hoes just want your pockets, oh, yeah (Naw, for real, they do)

Ain’t no more love inside (Nope)

These niggas want me to die, but I can’t die, boy, I up that fire

Naw, for real

Stay down

The 'partments, while you was played out

Ain’t no more love out here