D.JONES - This Summer lyrics

[Intro: Dave East] Taylor on the beat Real n***as stand up It's holiday season, b**h Whole water, you get jammed up (forever mean mugga, word) [Verse 1: Dave East & D. Jones] I'm the reason you think you got a chance Broad day light, aim at his face, so he ain't got a chance They strippers, they gotta dance We gangsters we gotta move We run us, you gotta lose Making sure you never disrespect, only point to prove George town inspired me, painted the foregin blue f** police, I say what I want, I got a lawyer too Stash in the Bentley, I'm hood, still riding filthy I told them I could walk on water, oh, god forgive me If you got a plan to rob me, hope you got a plan to k** me b**h this Crip plus I've been sick, ain't doctor can help me Came up with all the hustlers, mastered how to chef Gettin' head in a foreign, gotta steer with the left Met this forty off with my right Package be here by the morning, we ordered that sh** tonight Flight to Florida to get some white Just send it, I get it, break it down and feed the set Don't be partying with guala, just sent it and get the jet [Chorus: Dave East] Talking sh** on the 'gram, they see and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a f**ing riot I got n***as that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it Talking sh** on the 'gram, they see and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a f**ing riot I got n***as that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it [Verse 2: D. Jones & Dave East] I'm the sh** that you made up, on the first, gave 'em no cut That bring the fiends back all month, teach your cla** if y'all want A professor with 'grams, you die, you next to your mans Really invested in scams, garlic with devilish plans Garlic noodles and lobsters, somewhere planning to hit When you come form the dirt, a clean getaway is the sh** Salmons and scallops, breaking down pounds at the palace Grown women ready to f**, don't want you around if you childish Dripping in j**els from j**ellers that don't talk to the broke Crib big now, homie get you drowned in the [??] My daughter got her own pool, I'm giving out swimming lessons How we living, my kid ain't stressing Violating these Smith-N-Wessons [Chorus: Dave East] Talking sh** on the 'gram, they see and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a f**ing riot I got n***as that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it Talking sh** on the 'gram, they see and they quiet He was fat 'till he got shot, now I ask if he on a diet If they don't let us in the building, we gon' start a f**ing riot I got n***as that sold a lot of coke but they ain't never tried it [Outro: D. Jones] Nah, that's that north-side of Philly, east-side of Harlem sh** right there That's the difference between us and y'all That's the difference between hustlers and customers You feel me? Yeah Alright, cool