Boldy James, Dark Lo, Harry Fraud - Missing Summers lyrics
[Boldy James, Dark Lo, Harry Fraud - Missing Summers lyrics]
You know exactly what I came for
The scene better when the rain pour
Fuck around and rearrange bul
Good girl she became a whore
Hood girl and it made me sore
My mans sister and he went up north
They gave him letters when he went t court
Got beat up then he switched the sport
I speed up like I'm in a Porsche
My feet up, I was in my thoughts
I heat up you turn to a corpse
Survival of the fittest, for my name
God is my witness im glidin' like physics
Shorty chеw me like gizzards
I brought the tooliе, it's a blizzard
I'm stayin loyal then admit it, don't you
The first body haunts you
Homicide wants you, who else to run to
I'm a young Sun Tzu
This is sunburn, this is something new
This is sucker proof, you a substitute
I'm fully loaded I feel like you bogus
I'm feelin like the coldest
This feel like covid
Shit real in my cite boy you better tote it
Make a movie or light shit episode it
Putting up numbers niggas missing summers
All my niggas fresh as fuck
I could drip a puddle
Scrape another pot i'm tryna really bubble
Now all my karma catchin' up now i
Know who i really fuck with
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up
Tell me who really love
On that Ricky Rozay cause every day I hustle
And ain't no tellin' what's to
Come because I'm really thuggin
Part up three in the Tahitian
Lost two of my creatures
In the last couple of days
The family been grievin
They took one of my closest niggas
Put two in his dome
The third time I went to jail
Was with Pook and Jerome
The sent my nigga Pook upstate
Did a deuce for the chrome
Seen my nigga Rome laid out in a funeral home
From one bullet to the neck
Left his two kids behind he killed three
Four niggas and never did no time
The last three people he robbed
Two of em pressed charges one of em died
They had a shootout in a red charger
Two weeks ago
I seen the car window with spider webs
Burned up in a field with three
Bullet holes in the driver's side
Two days ago nephew got
Questioned by the homicide
They lookin for him and his older
Brother on his momma's side
You know the one who talk a
Lot and be doin' the most
Don't ever post them guns up
But keep two in the tote
The four pound was a stick, I'm in your town
Then I skip
Solo, Greyhound, you never did that shit
High fives with the licks
I'm in the crib at the Six
Was in the hood kissing
Babies and taking flicks
It's Charlie Pope, I'm fully woke
Fully had a scope
I'm the best against the ropes
She felt my vibe, then I hit her throat
I'll probably hit your coat
Was in the field
Young nigga streets was the culture
Putting up numbers niggas missing summers
All my niggas fresh as fuck
I could drip a puddle
Scrape another pot i'm tryna really bubble
Now all my karma catchin' up now i
Know who i really fuck with
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up
Tell me who really love
On that Ricky Rozay cause every day I hustle
And ain't no tellin' what's to
Come because I'm really thuggin
The scene better when the rain pour
Fuck around and rearrange bul
Good girl she became a whore
Hood girl and it made me sore
My mans sister and he went up north
They gave him letters when he went t court
Got beat up then he switched the sport
I speed up like I'm in a Porsche
My feet up, I was in my thoughts
I heat up you turn to a corpse
Survival of the fittest, for my name
God is my witness im glidin' like physics
Shorty chеw me like gizzards
I brought the tooliе, it's a blizzard
I'm stayin loyal then admit it, don't you
The first body haunts you
Homicide wants you, who else to run to
I'm a young Sun Tzu
This is sunburn, this is something new
This is sucker proof, you a substitute
I'm fully loaded I feel like you bogus
I'm feelin like the coldest
This feel like covid
Shit real in my cite boy you better tote it
Make a movie or light shit episode it
Putting up numbers niggas missing summers
All my niggas fresh as fuck
I could drip a puddle
Scrape another pot i'm tryna really bubble
Now all my karma catchin' up now i
Know who i really fuck with
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up
Tell me who really love
On that Ricky Rozay cause every day I hustle
And ain't no tellin' what's to
Come because I'm really thuggin
Part up three in the Tahitian
Lost two of my creatures
In the last couple of days
The family been grievin
They took one of my closest niggas
Put two in his dome
The third time I went to jail
Was with Pook and Jerome
The sent my nigga Pook upstate
Did a deuce for the chrome
Seen my nigga Rome laid out in a funeral home
From one bullet to the neck
Left his two kids behind he killed three
Four niggas and never did no time
The last three people he robbed
Two of em pressed charges one of em died
They had a shootout in a red charger
Two weeks ago
I seen the car window with spider webs
Burned up in a field with three
Bullet holes in the driver's side
Two days ago nephew got
Questioned by the homicide
They lookin for him and his older
Brother on his momma's side
You know the one who talk a
Lot and be doin' the most
Don't ever post them guns up
But keep two in the tote
The four pound was a stick, I'm in your town
Then I skip
Solo, Greyhound, you never did that shit
High fives with the licks
I'm in the crib at the Six
Was in the hood kissing
Babies and taking flicks
It's Charlie Pope, I'm fully woke
Fully had a scope
I'm the best against the ropes
She felt my vibe, then I hit her throat
I'll probably hit your coat
Was in the field
Young nigga streets was the culture
Putting up numbers niggas missing summers
All my niggas fresh as fuck
I could drip a puddle
Scrape another pot i'm tryna really bubble
Now all my karma catchin' up now i
Know who i really fuck with
Got it off the muscle, really in the jungle
The way your family set you up
Tell me who really love
On that Ricky Rozay cause every day I hustle
And ain't no tellin' what's to
Come because I'm really thuggin