Summer’s Ours

[Verse 1: Euroz]

Put my city on I'm the next to
Pursuing dreams, Luther King with a test too
Plus I'm going harder than the rest do
They saying I'm the shit, well appoint me to the restroom
Fuck the money and power, they respects due
Bob Fischer they contemplating my next move
Scratch these niggas off that's the object
Niggas buzzing only cause my tape hasn't dropped yet
I'm the hottest out if you ain't get the news
Fuck what a nigga talking, we let the bitches choose
And this the Great Alliance, ain't no switching crews
Feeling like we 'bout to blow and this one might've lit the fuse
Real nigga my haters wishing they was one
Going hard to recognition and buzz come
Spill so much liquor you'd've thought I lost a loved one
Family over everything these bitches above none

[Hook]

Belt buckle, Hermes
Walk up in the club, exorcism niggas turn heads
Celebrating, make a toast, nigga burn bread
Kill everything that's what my nigga ? said
The summer's ours, winter's too
Top down in the winter that's what winners do
Fuck niggas and bitches too
All I need is this money my nigga this will do

[Verse 2: J. Dunn]

My nigga you always sneak peek into my life
Good weed, bad hoes, hit the mall, pick a store to spend a couple racks on
Swagger, cash long
Snapback, cap on
Getting it while I'm here boy, cause this shit never last long
You niggas is gassed up, what planet your ass on
Soon as this shit drop here, money out the asshole
They call me an asshole when they tell me that I'm half gone
Cause I swear this shit too dope and I feel I'm getting my trap on
I show up to show out, swear it's bout to go down
I hope that you catchin' every verb, every pronoun
Swimmin' in the fucking money still letting my dough pile
Kush is my cologne and that shit there is so loud
The summer's ours, the winter's too
Killing every fucking thing, that's what killers do
My niggas is in the hood still letting them chickens move
Money, power, respect nigga this shit is due

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Euroz]

Young Hugh Heff, I keep broads in the bed
P contemplated the range then garaged instead
A prisoner of the mind I keep bars in my head
For a feature I should charge cash, an arm, and a leg
Just booked another venue, my grand's up nigga
Bad bitches front and center with they hands up nigga
You the type I'm not a fan of nigga
I'm the type to get ovations, a stand up nigga
Heard they say I fell off, but I've been on my grind still
I'm making more than what others offer from side deals
What a seffer refuses to do a dime will
Feeling like you running right?, now you know how I feel
Niggas dickriding well of course to get seen
And if she see a line she gon' snort that shit clean
These bitches be tryin' to kick it like it's 4th and 15
Knowing that I'm winnin' on course to get green
What up

[Hook]