Dave - Mid Summer Night lyrics

[Intro] This was Dave, you might have seen his Blackbox, check him out Lets go [Verse 1: Dave] First year of college my n***as on it, the women poppin' I'm feeling lively, the drink's inside me, I'm sipping orange I'm at a party, I see a barbie, I'm moving swiftly I turn to Jus you see that n***a, he's moving shifty He turns to Raffy, we laugh a bit We laugh about how hard he is Alive is what this party is This music's so loud and b**h says, "there's no loud" And Raffy says he got that, but my man in the back he says "I've got AM and I've got cheese from now understand I am the streets And I'll tax the streets whatever I say and look in my pouch" He started looking around, I took a look in the pouch and saw a Smith and Wesson I started looking around then I saw less and lesser My n***as around, I just saw figures around Some foreign n***as around so dead sitting around Raffy come link up, this n***a's wondering what He says, "hurry up" and then he points at him I'm like see f** this, come, come quick We've been outnumbered plus we ain't armed, so We left the party in a hurry RJ's like f** this, Sammy's going mental And Raffy's like, "f** this help me find a metal" And I ain't even talking much You see that n***a on the right of the n***a moving slight It's the n***a I don't like but I'ma fix it soon There was a n***a with a knife and a n***a with a nine And all these n***as moving white, we gotta fix it soon They put a gun up to my friends talking 'bout taxing the ends I know we lost the skanks but I'ma fix it soon Down MC, Blood I need a favor He's talking reckless on the phone, I should save that sh** for later Run up in the party, where's the paper? Run up in the party, slap a barbie tryna stop me, see you later Run up in the party, f** the neighbors Run up in the party, in the toilets n***as tryna catch some brain, aw Run up in the toilet with no heat on me This n***a's pulling for his pouch like he gon' beat on me Until Em came around and took the strap away And Jussy sweeped that f**boy 'til he's feet for me I blacked out for a minute A florid of punches they come in abundance it's tires of punch, this n***as winded I turned the Smithy around and now I'm sitting him down Gave him a kick in the mouth and now this n***a's injured Emptied the gun and I closed my eyes 'cause Em he came for an M And we don't need life, this is all in a second so his eyes light up Time slowed down I felt my hands tie up Fight or flight He could either cue or cook you