King A1 - Summer Sixteen Freestyle lyrics

[Intro] Yeah A1 in this sh** again Yo turn my sh** up real quick mic on real quick Summer Six [Hook] Oh summer sixteen n***a's serving them fiends 85's on '84, bring it back that Jordan flow That four-five, hit 'em wit the four then I plead the five My bread good like Five Guys No drive-by's we do walk by's Hard flow my verse fly that p**y wet I do or die by pull it out These n***a's ducking like food fights I move right Only real n***a left When I pull up in the [?] got me feeling like a Vet I'm a dog when I pull up in the C right Who me? Yeah, and I focus on the cream right Yeah, let me get up in the middle wit a riddle Got me feeling little when I pull up in the rental Ah I rep the Seven you rep the Six Two clips, Mac-11 and I'm all about the money like most reverends Lord forgive me that's for my sins Yeah yeah him From newlyweds, give me dough that Wonderbead Stay connected like spider webs My flows sick it need Sudafed (Yeah, Sudafed) No lie, steal n***a's hoes like Wi-Fi (Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi, Wi-Fi) [Hook] I got that A1 sauce That A1 sauce Talkin' Summer Sixteen but I got that A1 sauce Yeah that dope sixteen but I got that A1 sauce Yeah that thing fix fiends but I got that A1 sauce That A1 sauce That A1 sauce Talkin' Summer Sixteen but I got that A1 sauce Yeah that dope sixteen but I got that A1 sauce Yeah that thing fix fiends but I got that A1 sauce [Post-Chorus] Yeah Uh My switch it up a little bit You know what I'm saying Get back on real quick On some thick kinda sh** [Verse 2] I just know I'm spitting on that Seven Welven Kevin flow Seven seven seven yeah I'm speaking on that heaven flow My n***a's they be Looney Tooney copping chicks they call it Showny f**ing hoes they call me Stacey man this beat is quite amazing Got me feeling like I'm blazing with this ice up in my neck Like I'm skating on a check These n***a's Satan they be weak Put the pride up in that B.I. let the fire hit his feet Now he dancing with the stars, look like diamond's in the car I just know I gotta get it, n***a's they be playin' wit it I be up in that thing flippin' I just know them birds get it I'm just fiendin' for the top Like the rock up in my wrist n***a's know I never swish, heavy on the street Like my n***a Mr. Zeek And I'm aiming for the peak n***a's aiming for the street I'm just weighing I'm just cruising n***a's always talking like they working when they really snoozing I'm just cruising down the block, with my watch up in my thing (Man, f** it man, I just be k**ing sh**, it all make sense man, what I'm doing Murdering tracks and sh** like, f** it I'm just gonna talk on this sh** f** it, let it ride out, let it ride out A1 sh**)