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summer bummer Lyrics by babysevin

2022

[Intro]
(Jalen, you been goin' crazy)
[Verse]
I don't think you know how it feel to lose a brother
Stayed out late night so we trap at each other
Like it's really my brother, but don't got the same color
Like, poof, backdoor slime, no gutter
Try to reach for my shit, you gon' die if you wanna
Beam on the Glock, turn that boy to a runner
I keep a switch on the Glock with a drum, no drama
Talk shit, you gon' die this summer
If he not outside, then we boomin' his mother
Spin the block, gettin' high with each other
Now we smokin' the opps, gettin' high with each other (Grrah, grrah)
Like, how many died on your side?
Last nigga that talked not еven alive
See the dеmons, just look in my eyes
I said you gon' die if you take one of mines
Got booked, man, no confession, bitch
Outside everyday, tryna flip a fuckin' brick
Screamin' I'm with the guys, we was tryna hit a lick
Or I was inside with ya bitch, she was eatin' on my dick
Stop playin' the act, he was never with the shits
And I cruise through ya hood and I'm ridin' with the tints
Spittin' hot, think I need a peppermint
Like, come for my brother and I'm flockin' at ya kin
Move right and get pushed to the left
Try to move like you dumb and get put with the rest (Grrah, grrah)
Hollows 'bout to rip through his chest
Nigga thought he was safe, should've put on a vest
[Bridge]
Skippin' school, who you tryna test?
Like, big top shooter, who you tryna press?
Real ass nigga, who you tryna 'fess?
Send a shot at his head and it's leavin' a mess
[Verse 2]
Snakes in the grass, gotta cut 'em all out
He was talkin' too much, got a shot to his mouth
I got some shooters that live in the south
If he tryna fuck with me, my niggas slimin' you out
Like, how many times I spint?
Spin through the Ps, so we flock at the sky
I got a Glock, should've punch like a bin
Lil' bitch hit me up, I'ma come in a min
Like, she don't care 'cause she fuckin'
She throwin' it back and I'm dumpin'
Better spin through the opp block for a bucket
(Like, brand new chop blowin' like a trumpet)
Don't call me your husband, bitch, you buggin'
I spot me a opp, my adrenaline rushin'
Like, bro on the court tryna score like he Drummon
Stop dissin' on gang, you not spinnin' for nothin'
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babysevin

babysevin

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