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Past The Summer
by Zy Benji
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And I only rap on Sundays
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he fucked
How the fuck a ten milli shoot out chicken nuggets?
I'ma finger fuck it, I ain't have to use a rubber
I ain't tryna' hear it, save the story for another
Niggas one hit wonders shut up pussy help your brothers
I be sipping wok, I ain't really fuck with vodka
And my bitch bad look like she from Tijuana
What about your homies? All them niggas marijuana
How y'all both do the shit then you tell, where your honor? Where your honor?
Broski selling white boy all he serve is conner, balling like I play for Bonner why you pull your pants down bitch just grab ya bonnet, grab ya bonnet
He ain't even get to take his foot off the pedal, all he seen was metal
I could do the hit, change the pin, swap the barrel
Keep it straight and narrow, bitches treat me like a pharaoh
G-lock in my left, right hand is on the handle
He must wanna die, broski look, he got on sandals
We don't shoot at flannels hit this shit, fuck up enamels
We done dropped a opp every year that shit be annual
Was a example, Teddy bears and candles drop a song now it's a scandal why he just now jumping in the streets he need a manual.
Ain't no more biscotti, call the plug, his name Emmanuel
And I only rap on Sundays
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he fucked
And I only rap on Sundays
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he fucked
How the fuck a ten milli shoot out chicken nuggets?
I'ma finger fuck it, I ain't have to use a rubber
I ain't tryna' hear it, save the story for another
Niggas one hit wonders shut up pussy help your brothers
I be sipping wok, I ain't really fuck with vodka
And my bitch bad look like she from Tijuana
What about your homies? All them niggas marijuana
How y'all both do the shit then you tell, where your honor? Where your honor?
Broski selling white boy all he serve is conner, balling like I play for Bonner why you pull your pants down bitch just grab ya bonnet, grab ya bonnet
He ain't even get to take his foot off the pedal, all he seen was metal
I could do the hit, change the pin, swap the barrel
Keep it straight and narrow, bitches treat me like a pharaoh
G-lock in my left, right hand is on the handle
He must wanna die, broski look, he got on sandals
We don't shoot at flannels hit this shit, fuck up enamels
We done dropped a opp every year that shit be annual
Was a example, Teddy bears and candles drop a song now it's a scandal why he just now jumping in the streets he need a manual.
Ain't no more biscotti, call the plug, his name Emmanuel
And I only rap on Sundays
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he
Go head try click up with the opps if you wanna you won't make it past the summer
All these sticks and drums we got Nirvana in his Hummer
Jump out niggas scrambling one was dancing like he Usher
I'ma get em' both, ain't no one for the other
Heard he got a body, only one that ain't gon' cut it
Shout out Baby Boy, he put niggas in them Snuggies
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he studdered
Oh, we got a runner, try to run, but he fucked
