Teejayx6 - Summertime lyrics
[Teejayx6 - Summertime lyrics]
Summertime comin'
It’s time to see who is really stackin'
It's time to see if you was
Hustlin’ or you was cappin'
The jack boys out
I feel bad for niggas out here lackin'
You won't see my picture on
Nobody 'Gram with RIP captions
I left a puddle with this drip
Hand me a napkin
Just caught an opp out in public
Hand me the ratchet
Thought it was a regular white tee
Until she felt the fabric
When I'm online with a punch I go Gucci
Tried to hit the Meijer with a slide
But they ain't let me scan it
Put my clone in the machine five
Times and I kept on jamming
If the clerk look over here and see what
I'm doin’ she gon know I’m scammin'
When I heard some footsteps coming
My way instantly I panicked
You niggas really worse than the bitches
Really fanned out got it out the mud
You never see me with my hand out
Claim you the plug, I called for weed
You said you ran out
I had to unfollow you on the ’Gram
Your page spammed out
She fucking with them broke niggas
Get with the money team
Since she been with you it seems like
She ain't got no self esteem
Bout to get my bitch a couple racks
And tell her 'stack the cheese'
Just in case I ever got too
Sick she can pay the fees
I need a quarter of right Runtz
I’m bout to call a G
I'm the punch god, you need half off
You can call me
If I get rich off this music, then we all eat
Just might as well call me Calboy
Cause they envy me
Be careful when you play my mixtape
Cause that bitch is heat
I left her DM on read
Cause that bitch a freak
See why your mama called you sugar
Cause you niggas sweet
I'm about to drop my location, pull up
We can meet i'm getting head, counting $20
000 in the suite
Since I been fucking with them punches
Everything been free
We be in the club poppin' bottles
Everything on me
We roll Runtz and platinum cookie
We don't smoke OG
If you playin' 'bout my money
Then it's OV
My dawg sitting in your bushes
Chillin' lowkey throw him couple hunnid
He gon' do it while I'm OT
He got a Call of Duty weapon, that bitch OP
Tried to pay my hoes to stop callin'
They just won't leave
You ain't got enough of Backwoods
You just roll leafs they don't want to send
You no more snippets, cause you steal beats
My dawg doing time in the
Same prison as Big Meech
Paid too much for this fit
I'm a walkin' puddle
I just fuck her, then I leave
I don't even cuddle
You need to give up tryna swipe
It seem like it ain't for you
She just keep on cheatin' on you
It seem like she don't love you
It’s time to see who is really stackin'
It's time to see if you was
Hustlin’ or you was cappin'
The jack boys out
I feel bad for niggas out here lackin'
You won't see my picture on
Nobody 'Gram with RIP captions
I left a puddle with this drip
Hand me a napkin
Just caught an opp out in public
Hand me the ratchet
Thought it was a regular white tee
Until she felt the fabric
When I'm online with a punch I go Gucci
Tried to hit the Meijer with a slide
But they ain't let me scan it
Put my clone in the machine five
Times and I kept on jamming
If the clerk look over here and see what
I'm doin’ she gon know I’m scammin'
When I heard some footsteps coming
My way instantly I panicked
You niggas really worse than the bitches
Really fanned out got it out the mud
You never see me with my hand out
Claim you the plug, I called for weed
You said you ran out
I had to unfollow you on the ’Gram
Your page spammed out
She fucking with them broke niggas
Get with the money team
Since she been with you it seems like
She ain't got no self esteem
Bout to get my bitch a couple racks
And tell her 'stack the cheese'
Just in case I ever got too
Sick she can pay the fees
I need a quarter of right Runtz
I’m bout to call a G
I'm the punch god, you need half off
You can call me
If I get rich off this music, then we all eat
Just might as well call me Calboy
Cause they envy me
Be careful when you play my mixtape
Cause that bitch is heat
I left her DM on read
Cause that bitch a freak
See why your mama called you sugar
Cause you niggas sweet
I'm about to drop my location, pull up
We can meet i'm getting head, counting $20
000 in the suite
Since I been fucking with them punches
Everything been free
We be in the club poppin' bottles
Everything on me
We roll Runtz and platinum cookie
We don't smoke OG
If you playin' 'bout my money
Then it's OV
My dawg sitting in your bushes
Chillin' lowkey throw him couple hunnid
He gon' do it while I'm OT
He got a Call of Duty weapon, that bitch OP
Tried to pay my hoes to stop callin'
They just won't leave
You ain't got enough of Backwoods
You just roll leafs they don't want to send
You no more snippets, cause you steal beats
My dawg doing time in the
Same prison as Big Meech
Paid too much for this fit
I'm a walkin' puddle
I just fuck her, then I leave
I don't even cuddle
You need to give up tryna swipe
It seem like it ain't for you
She just keep on cheatin' on you
It seem like she don't love you