Boi-1da - Summer Sixteen Remix lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, let me Brooklyn this this one time right quick Something like me, Yaowa Uh [Verse] Summer sixteen, let me get some of this sixteen Still got one in the chamber, and that sh** above sixteen None of us dissing none of y'all cause this thing It could get out of hand stupid My n***as quick to hip hop, and don't give a f** about music Different Slaughterhouses, duct-tape ya all the mouths and Zip shut like quarter ounces, dead presidents, four outfits Oh yeah I put out projects boy, but I'm still that projects boy No helicopter guap, but I know that chopper noise Blap-ka-blap-ka partner, your parts all over the block I'm mad I got ya boy, anyone wanna box, enjoy Getting Antonio Tarver Roy Yeah I'm the one you all avoid, stay away from me Man I'm all annoyed Can't get a fight so I'll pick one I'll pick some bulimic ballin' boy, Whoo As far as these broads Can somebody please get these b**hes up off me Dick and they singing all off key Word to the crib up at Fort Lee Ah man, these Uber n***as The Uber n***as just gripping up off me Cheques just say so much, Texas El Pesos I'm beginning to think Like I've been thinking since the beginning and I'm still winning with ink I never ever changed my sentiment, one of you gentlemen blinked The metal go clink, the letter go pink, Your head'll go incubator Respirator so your breath'll go blank But enough of that, I'm cool lets get rich Only [?] knows what I do with this dick In Toronto in that BenZ lookin' smooth with this b**h I tell her hop out walk ahead and call that views from the six Mmm Yank tilted, Tee hanging, pants drooping Low showing, gold glowing, holes open, fan grouping Hoodie on, Trayvon, one more black man shootin' I'm black panther, [?] Cam Newton