Hood On Fire (feat. Bruiser Wolf)

Summertime Butch

It's hot and it's humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

It's hot and humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

Yo, these rappers let they fans gas them, but that ain't validation

They either got snitch rumors or a rape allegation

This Maybach I'm racin', speedin' the cake that I'm chasin'

Hate from snakes that I ate would come from fake admiration

Last eight years I been top five, look at the case that I'm makin'

Knew with the Lord's grace and Jeff Gordon's pace I could take it

But I don't wanna hear no thank yous, that ain't compensation

I could blend it in a suit, but y'all can't trade spots with gangsters

Y'all **** ain't got the basics, this not a safe occupation

I buy droughts eight summer, so I can make observations

Of my surroundings, I ride through **** hoods, no breaks, I'm just racin'

But I don't park this pretty motherfucker while I base operations

I'm gettin' hate connotations, feelin' zen folk, my pen stroke

It change populations, I can paint conversations

In America, where I seen greed and race divide a nation

From the hood, where if your dog turn to a snake, it's violation

I hit the teller to make a withdrawal from the bank

Now I'm waitin'

They say they need a couple minutes

I'm chillin' cause I'm patient

Rome wasn't built in a day

Uh-uh, neither was the spaceships

Black soprano, live familiar, keep a secret like a mason

IIt's hot and it's humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

It's hot and humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

Bread, winter, mind-stain

Accruin' carbohydrates

Walk with a stick, I operate in blind faith

Meet face to face on phones, don't say much

Y'all text thread the needle, then stitch y'all case up

We got a bad week, y'all can't play us

Fillet the fish scale

And sell it

In k-cups

Widows wanna lay up

Just a Spider-Man, Zendaya

We slash prizes and rivals

Take pay cuts

That's business

Egg shell whip, yellow chick in it

Savvy, a whole baddie

Not a half one

You heartless

She got ten men she get cash from

Pack on her

She got her abs done

No tattoo

Hat dust in bags

I sew vacuums

Point and leave your mind baffled

Chain swing like upside down pineapples

I need a statue with my shoes

She ain't say I put my foot in that fool

It's hot at the crib

**** snatching Cartie's like Stefon Diggs

We buy it pure, then infuse it

Bass scales and bells, we make music

And then we loop it

Bruiser, listen

IIt's hot and it's humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

It's hot and humid, business booming

RICO loomin', they know he do it

But the question is, can they prove it?

I know the district attorney tired of lookin' stupid

The streets is hot, we better cool it

They can see us

They can see us

I think they see us

They see us