Summer Sixteen

Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Bee Let's go, balling like the summer sixteen Hell no, push up ima whack your whole team AMG truck, lil hoe nice to meet ya 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 get kicked out the front door Then i crash the whip (skr skr) Oh no Pour up, Pour up hella shit, Pour mud, oh oh Who that coming out in here, get the fuck I was seventeen, when i flew down for the trap We pour-we pour hella lean No we can't kick the cup Two-two-two hundred bands on lean F-F-five hundred bands yeah (yeah) I was on the moon We was geeked up, we ain't know what to do Broke boy lame as fuck I can see through you (lame ass nigga) Me and my slime rich as fuck Yeah we get bands too Dior Helmut Lang jeans, not Jimmy Choo Y-YSL tee, too good to be true F-F-Foreign hoes fuck on me Don't want fuck on you Hundred ball way too easy, I can never lose Let's go, balling like the summer sixteen Hell no, push up ima whack your whole team AMG truck, lil hoe nice to meet ya 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 get kicked out the front door Then i crash the whip (skr skr) Oh no Pour up, Pour up hella shit, Pour mud, oh oh