Summer Sixteen

Beep, beep
Beep, beep
Beep—Beep, beep
Beep, beep

Let's go, ba—ballin' like this summer '16
Hell no, push up, I'm gon' whack your whole team
AMG truck, lil' ho, nice to meet you
Roll up, kick my feet up
Phantom, they can't keep up
Pop an X, I took that shit, I can't stay sober no more
You can keep that bitch, she gettin' kicked out the front door
Then I crashed the whip, skrrt, skrrt, oh, no
Pour up, pour up hella shit, pour up mud, oh, oh

Who that comin' out or in? Get the fuck
I was seventeen when I flipped that four-door truck
We pour—We pour hella lean, no, we cannot kick the cup
Two hundred bands on lean, five—five—five hundred bands, yeah
Always on the move
We was geeked up, we ain't know what to do
Broke boy lame as fuck, I can see through you
Me and my slime rich as fuck, yeah, we get bands too
Dior, Helmut Lang jeans, not Jimmy Choo
YSL tee, too good to be true
For—Foreign—Foreign ho wanna fuck on me, don't wanna fuck on you
Hundred ball way to easy, I could never lose

Let's go, ba—ballin' like this summer '16
Hell no, push up, I'm gon' whack your whole team
AMG truck, lil' ho, nice to meet you
Roll up, kick my feet up
Phantom, they can't keep up
Pop an X, I took that shit, I can't stay sober no more
You can keep that bitch, she gettin' kicked out the front door
Then I crashed the whip, skrrt, skrrt, oh, no
Pour up, pour up hella shit, pour up mud, oh, oh