YN Jay - Summer Time lyrics

[Intro] (Enrgy made this one) Woah Woah Damn, ayy [Verse 1] All these bad b*tches love my music, I be fu*kin' fans Off Patrón and champagne in the club, do your fu*kin' dance Nasty-ass b*tch out here trickin', she gon' fu*k for bands You ain't got no dog sh*t on you, where your rubber bands? I'll make it rain, make it storm in this b*tch, I'm the thunder man Used to cook— is that bu*ter, man? Bad b*tch ask me where I'm from, I'm from the gutter, man You the type of ni**a probably tell on your brother, damn Almost had to beat a ni**a ass, that's my brother's friend b*tch, I'm left handed, but I shoot with my other hand In the room full of bad b*tches, I'm in mother land Pull up with an old-school rifle, I'm the hunter man ni**a said that he was gon' do what? What the fu*k you sayin'? I get so motherfu*kin' high, how the fu*k you land? I get kicked out of hotels, how the fu*k you banned? Always want beef with no stick, why the fu*k you playin'? [Chorus] Summertime, ayy Summertime, damn Summertime, ayy Summertime, damn [Verse 2] Ayy, how the fu*k it's summertime, but it's cold as fu*k? Ran off on the plug, well, you bold as fu*k I just hit somebody granny, she was old as fu*k I'm finna hit up on my b*tch like, "Come on, let's fu*k" Got a surprise for a b*tch, I tell a ho, "Guess what?" b*tch trippin' over shoes Catch your balance, lil' b*tch, you better not waste my cup ni**a better not fire up no Swisher, I'ma break your blunt Got the ball, offside kick, I had to fake my punt I was up a hundred last April, I can't make this up Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up Ayy, just because I came from out the hood Just because I came from— ah Just because I came from the hood— ah Just because I made it out the hood don't mean I'm changin' up Count so much motherfu*kin' money, I got paper cuts I'll slide a blade 'cross your head like a razor cut Let a bad b*tch break my heart, I can't tape this up Why the fu*k you ridin' with a pistol if you ain't gon' dump? b*tch, I could've ran for president, but I ain't no Trump Why the fu*k you ridin' with a pistol like a pimple? Boy, you ain't gon' bust b*tch, you might as well leave right now if we ain't gon' fu*k I can't fall in love with no b*tch, 'cause it ain't no trust Oh, are you, are you talkin' 'bout like, like, like you and me? Oh b*tch, it ain't no fu*kin' you and me like it ain't no us I just pulled up in a wide body like this ain't no truck Yeah, I'm better off bein' a goose 'cause I ain't no duck Everything I got was a blessing, bro, that ain't no luck I just hit the dog with the dog, you be mating mutts We be back-to-back in Scatpacks like who racing us? I'll smoke a ni**a by myself, get to facin' blunts I was catchin' plays in high school, had me late for lunch [Chorus] Summertime, ayy Summertime, damn Summertime, ayy Summertime, damn