CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Summertime
Damn, Jonboi!
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 n***as 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 n***as really worse than the b*t*hes, 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 f**king with them broke n***as, get with the money team
Since she been with you it seems like she ain't got no self esteem
Bout to get my b*t*h 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 b*t*h is heat
I left her DM on read cause that b*t*h a freak
See why your mama called you sugar, cause you n***as 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 f**king 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 b*t*h 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 f**k 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
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 n***as 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 n***as really worse than the b*t*hes, 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 f**king with them broke n***as, get with the money team
Since she been with you it seems like she ain't got no self esteem
Bout to get my b*t*h 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 b*t*h is heat
I left her DM on read cause that b*t*h a freak
See why your mama called you sugar, cause you n***as 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 f**king 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 b*t*h 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 f**k 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
