Dear Summer (feat. Dave Hill)

Huh, who you jokin' with Bitch, all that key-keyin' gon' get you broke up with The text that say you readin', I know you opened it You tryna ignore my message and still keep postin' shit Watch how I get about it One foot in front of the other, I'm not gon' trip about it Rather take some time with my dogs and put a bitch around me Soon as I start throwin' on clothes, she threw a fit about it Lil' caough good runny nose, I know she's sick about it Shoot or shoot, bitch, I ain't campin' on the map I'm in a trucker like a trucker with a mattress in the back That lil' shit that I bought you, it get sad if you attached Like somethin' wrong with the order if you haven't sent it back Cause I don't fuck around, if I stand on it, I'ma double down You wanna take me through the mud, girl, you'll get drug around All the bullshit that you on, I gotta shut it down Thank God for the summertime, I'm out Dear summer, I know you gon' miss me Cartier and all white ones, we jump crispy Wheat Timbs and some undone laces Like I am not the one you can play with, is you crazy One for the money, two for the same thing If we both was a hunnid, you'd do the same thing If both of us runnin', who you gon' chase then You knew who I was before you came in, let's be for real Now who you playin' with You already know how ar that and I'm takin' it Bitch, we beef out your business cause I got steak in it And all you think you, cute in that anklet Bitch, don't make me come take this shit Hold up, let me chill out My dawg just dropped the litter, come pick a bitch out I told her, save the gymnastics, I'm not gon' flip out With all these new dollars, that's bout to print out Bitch, you think I'm gon' miss out I just dropped my blunt in the studio, now my head's shakin This how niggas goin' from well-fed to fed cases Straight jacket, arm with the button, she tryna play it crazy Had I ever penciled you in, thank God they made erasers Numb to the touch, it ain't nothin' to feel If you could be anything, just be fuckin' for real I showed you the moves, you wasn't fuckin' for real But once I know that you won't, give a fuck if you will I'm outside, dear summer, I know you gon' miss me Cartier and all white ones, we jump crispy Wheat Timbs and some undone laces Like I am not the one you can play with, it's you crazy One for the money, two for the same thing If we both was a hunnid, you'd do the same thing Who you gon' chase then You knew who I was before you came in, let's be for real