I.D. - Summer 16 lyrics

(Intro) Yea, 4 god (Verse) Call up Diddy Ima bad boy Bouta givem wat dey ask for Tell promoters if dey book me for a show den f** a check I need da cash for it n***as dey ain't payin' up kick'em out wit no note to evict I'm da landlord I jus had ta go and seat some n***as dat wasn't bout wat I stand for Dab drippin' like a fauce Prestoin' wit da sauce These days n***as b**hes like a thong on strippas have ta takem' off Its da summa out here rumblin' in da jungle I was found but neva lost I had ta do it that's not Von it's not a buick hot sauce wit da lacrosse Straight Rihanna wit da work, Straight Rihanna wit da work Dawg carter say he need ta roll harder he jus popped anotha perk Summa times all upon us cold women sundressin' wit da skirt 4 god I'm who dey praisin' wouldn't believe it go Serena wit da serve Mayweather wit da hits boi, Mr. Hanky wit da sh**s boi Say dey f** wt me da long way n***as peewee's neva break a wrist boi I'm jus tryna crusie thru Cali smoke n' open roads feelin' like I'm Hit Boi Water levels risin' got'em drownin' time around I'm clownin' dis is it boi Yeeaahhh, conscience on fleek and da demons control Aye, but somehow I got halo rings round my soul Chris Brownin' wit da folks, Chris Brownin' wit da folks Donald Trump fa n***as got dat tan and wanna go and send it on a boat Tryna diss me well dats suicide betta off hangin' wit a rope No Michael Kohrs got playas on my team p**y n***a I'm da coach Blake Griffin in da post, Blake Griffin in da post Tell dese n***as back up off me from da D but give you Deja wit da Loaf