Why do you have so much music?
Who are you listening to?
Born in Houston, it's alright,
Ray, Ray, Ray,
Ray's Atlanta, that trap type,
Flute, flute, flute, flew to Cali,
that jazz like, got, got, got,
got her bands up, all night, all night,
Couple friends back in Toronto,
got these bitches off the camera,
Went to Tampa, pour some rose,
hit me if you need some champagne,
Got some swishes and tequila,
fuck them round and pop the molly,
Shawty bad, even though she
Flyin' to the coast,
I can't take the summer off
I'm doin' the most,
tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch, we on live,
we on live, we all hype
I ain't trippin', it's our time,
it's our life
Flyin' to the coast,
I can't take the summer off
I'm doin' the most,
tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch, we on live, we on live, we all hype
I ain't trippin', it's our time, it's all mine,
man
Yeah
Let's be sleek
I'm the type to hit it twice,
you the type to spend the night
You the type to give ad vice
at 10 at night,
tryna tell me to get it right
Live, live a life like this,
try to catch your ego
Here don't see no evil,
either way we in this bitch like the Beatles
Got too much on my plate,
no vegetables, no steak
I just do this shit for my state,
for my city dog, hot steaks
I do not know why the
fuck you talkin'
Cause honestly to me
you just a walkin' target on some flytip
I can't take the summer off,
I'm doing the most
Tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch we on live, we on live,
we all hype mind tripping
It's our time, it's all mine
I can't take the summer off,
I'm doing the most
Tell me who gon' turn it off
Bitch we on live, we on live
We all hype mind tripping
It's our time, it's all mine
Toast off to that champagne,
shit on a pole
No votes, no campaign,
girl shake that damn thing
All dimes, no lyrics change,
can't round with that W
Like you would think that it's Wu -Tang,
now it's Mo 'Bang
Never in my home line,
jet up to that home front
Doing show signs, fans follow,
think I'm Moses, West Coast
In this fold at mile high,
city up in that overdrive
We blowing smoke,
we hard to find, blowing loud
How we sound, up in the clouds
to hold this shit down
Never take that summer off,
album leak, my plumber gone
Overtime all summer long,
through the nights
Right rights, left hooks like Mike Tice
Shorty sweet like Mike and Ike
Take the shots, till we die,
that's hungover life