Summer Collection

Shit, I ain't gon' lie
I ain't gon' lie, I'm kind of disappointed, nigga
But listen here, be-be-before you, before you dropped that
Well, before you drop this shit
Let, let me give you some inspiration 'cause you lacking, homie (uh)

That shit was trash, we gon' let him get a do-over (Redo)
They got you gassed you must think that you the new Hova
You a four-dot-o, nigga, I jumped in the new Rover
Your brother's still jumping the bed and you tell him move over
These two roach niggas don't know what to do in no raid (uh-uh)
Kanye gave you whips but that's what they do to the slaves
You trying to act bad but we ain't doing charades
I really have bombs in the block just like I threw a grenade (what you need?)
I don't got time to be concerned with no watch you got (uh-uh)
You've never been uptown by no work up by The Parking Spot (que lo que)
Trying to get illusions when you run up in the ocky spot
Buy five thousand bottles, you turn around and get a choppy chop
I spent five hundred thousand down at Mazza spot (Mazza)
I got a half a mill' in car with the Brows on top
Now fuck they flowers, we got roses with the stars on top (uh-huh)
I make a toast with my jewels like Mazel Tov (to the good life)
My name is my name but they ain't scream it yet (Capo)
They talking about the wrath of Caine but we ain't seen it yet (we waitin')
We got the switches on that bitches, your whole team get wet (grrt, grrt, boaw)
But let me chill 'cause I don't wanna get my team upset
The only beef you know, nigga, is Arby's or the Big Mac (facts)
We don't drive through, we drive by in the car with the big MAC (grrt, grrt)
The last shit you dropped, that shit was garbage, take that shit back (shit back)
Plus you got your brother rappin', what you tryna bring the Clipse back? (Quite tryin')
Talk about your brother, what happened to that boy? (Ah)
It's looking like that they be selling crack to that boy (two for five's)
It's really though, enough of the jokes, that's how niggas get embarrassed (uh-huh)
If you really got some money I catch you niggas out in Paris (what's up?)
I got shooters like Luka to hit you niggas out in Dallas (grrah)
And y'all be dressing kinda weird, man, you really need a stylist
Plus what all know what you identify with, Push
You kinda saw the dress, nigga, you been a fly bitch (ooh)
And then he said that I was really chasing a feature (really?)
Nigga's a gorilla 'cause he got some Apes in his features
All my gorillas got stones, I had these apes come and meet you (East side)
I put these billies on the jet, you pick a place they'll meet you, nigga
Then talk about my jewels, that was a cheap shot (that one hurt)
And these is all VVS, these ain't the cheap rocks
I don't know if you a rapper, I should treat you like a street opp (how you want it?)
I know them top 50 list, that was a-, ooh

I could imagine what you're going through
Shit, I don't know
We just, I mean, you know