Summer Days

[Verse 1: Yung Nugget]
Backseat with my homies and we spittin' some rhymes
Freestylin' and we smokin' got me feelin' sublime
See a message on my phone, I think it's my old hoke
Quit the callin' and the textin', girl, I'm pressin' Decline
'Cause I'm coastin', I ain't worried 'bout shit
Fuck I look like? I be stressin' 'bout a bitch?
I got bands in my wallet, now these bitches keep callin'
'Cause I got a lot of money and they think that I'm rich-ch

[Chorus: Yung Nugget]
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh)

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Verse 2: Yung Nugget]
Like, damn, Yung Nugget, there's another fucking verse?
Already killed the beat, time to put it in a hearse
Respectful young man, I be pullin' up to church
You might think your girl is bad, but I promise mine is worse
Okay, okay, now the number's goin' up
Made it pretty far but it's still ain't enough
Okay, okay, tryna make it to the top
Chasin fuckin' bad guy, I ain't talkin' Flint Lock-Lock

[Chorus: Yung Nugget]
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh, ooh)
(Ooh)

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Instrumental Outro]