Shady Summer

[Chorus]
Yous a shady summer
Lil bro died, I ain't been the same
Grab that stick, I’m rocking out tryna bust that baby brain
I ain't drinking beer, I'm sipping on this Kurt Cobain
I got fours in this bitch, I know my [?]
Who the fuck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang
I’m rolling around the street, they heard Snakehead was stick gang

[Verse]
I'm so set, I'm double S
Suicidal, bitch
And if you play with my top your ass gon' be dead
And yes, I'm living wrong, but tell niggas fuck the feds
And I go to jail a hundred times, I would not tell on shit
He say I was acting like I really was a steppa
I said, "Boy you know I'm living like that boy, I'm reckless"
Seeing demons in my sleep, that's why I shake in my sleep
Fuck it, baby, you know I’m like LeBron James
I’m fucking elite
And I ain't been to church in a while cause I be fighting demons
And my pastor praying for mе cause he say I’m in the streets
Fuck my facе up, I'm a rockstar
And I ain't on my dick looking for no dropcause I'm a pop boy
Who the fuck say they gon’ kill me? Stop, boy
'Cause I be in the city every day with that Glock, boy
Thirty shots tatted on my face, I be ready to catch a case
I can't kick it with no goofy cause these niggas super lame
And I got drip, I got all this fashion
He wanna cop from me, but that boy know he not having
I smile at you and I slimed you out
You had them P's right at your house
I robbed your ass cause you was a clown
Nigga no demons to them goons
You ain't no demons to them snakes
We can creep all in your yard, pop out with them Micro Dracs
Shoot a nigga right all in his face
[?]on his shirt, that bitch was red
Fuck it, I got a crip nigga in Charlotte and he be stepping
And how the fuck you think I'm set tripping?
I be talking to the streets like I ain't never been a damn Christian
Hold up, tell my opps lets rock out
What's all that damn pressure 'bout lil bro, you tryna pop out?
Loading AR, loading Glocks
I'm loading Mac-11s
Fuck all them niggas talking down cause they not stepping
And I tell you a thousand times, I ain't doing no wrestling
Send a nigga to the afterlife cause he was capping
My dawg said I was crazy, I need some therapy
Fuck that fucking therapy
Bro tryna get that baby buried

[Chorus]
Yous a shady summer
Lil bro died, I ain't been the same
Grab that stick, I'm rocking out tryna bust that baby brain
I ain't drinking beer, I'm sipping on this Kurt Cobain
I got fours in this bitch, I know my [?]
Who the fuck want a issue with me, you know that chopper bang
I'm rolling around the street, they heard Snakehead was stick gang