Cruel Summer (feat. Ru$h)

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Uh
Ayo
It's Muhammad
FlyLi nigga
You seen Ru$h
In a Rari
At high speeds nigga
It's the Ferregamo wearing
Ace of Spades pouring
Wit the Jordan
Dom Peri sipper
That's right
Ay Ru$h
Talk that slick talk
To these niggas man
Ayo
You never been
At the helm
Not once
Ran up on me
At the tel
And got slumped
Uh
That's when the shells
Got dumped
I let the thing ring off
It made the bellhop jump
Whoa
Broke It down
In Five Kilos
I hit him wit a brick
Like Deebo
Uh
Don't play wit my c-notes
Unless you can
Dodge a bullet
Like Neo
Uh
Thats Fifty zips
For the city trips
In Givenchy kicks
Wit the Benjis
In the Fendi fit
Hit the chick
Wit the Benjis in the
Ayo
I cause a frenzy
In Givenchy
She left lipstick
On the Fendi
Be careful
How you act
Don't tempt me
Don't make me
Wave the Mac
Out the Bentley
I look marvelous
In the Margielas
All zealous
Hand on the desert
Cause most of y'all jealous
Got the new Louis V
In all leather
I'm a mothafuckin' Don
Nigga, Uh
Beat so nice
I touched It twice
Throwing dice
At The Monte Carlo
Casino nights
Bet ya life
One turn of the card
Congac, burnin cigars
I’m one
With the Earth
And the stars
Kitty purring
Silk robe, no braw
Take it off
Like dat U.G.K. say
As we Lay
To the morn
Double R’s
Parked adjacent on lawn
That’s me and Ru$h
Had an understanding
Way before
All this music stuff
Only spew deluxe
Luxury rap
Serve em like packs
Out the back
Of a blonde Countach
Swerve on the track
Ooh
Side to side
And I got
Front to back too
Never let a hoe nigga
Ride In my slab fool
We shed tears
Through our tattoos
Body filled wit
War wounds
That's homage
To the ones
Here before you
Keep tradition
Beat em wit the Nina
Till he leaking
In the fetal position
We keep It clicking
Shot caller
You the type
Wanna be baller
Ain’t never seen
North of a quarter
I could afford It
Back then It was Lo
Ralph Lauren
Now it’s
Luccini on me
I got the yammer
On tuck
You can’t see it on me
Let's Go
Look
Reminiscent of
Miami Vice
How I slide
Under city lights
4 Pipes scream
In sheer delight
Burn rubber
Off a chrome
In a street car
Named Desire
Screech tires
Opposition pray
I cease fire
I’m like a GT Spyder
At top velocity
My soul got to speed
Through life
Ain’t no stopping me
Barriers
I only maneuver
Through em
I’m wiry
Paparazzi clicking
Visions of me
In my finery
I'm Prince
At the peak of his power
Knocked Vanity
From Rick James
I just talk slick
And spit game
Shit ain’t been the same
Since I switched lanes
Level ascended
Cruel summer
Bummer for niggas
You can’t get wit us
At the top floor
Of the penthouse
With Kalzingas
Playing Aaliyah
Saks, for the Y3 sneaker
Tell my Story
In the Don Diva
Young World
Looking for leaders
Y.T. I’m just a crook
On this feature
Cruel Summer

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