3am.Lil - Summer Madness

He in the mud, what a bummer
I'm finna punt it my brothers on both of the ends, looking like gunners
Ever since we played Simon Says, I knew I was a young cold stunner
We gon' be rich by the summer
I might send a boy under
Send that boy straight to the gutter
Playing both sides like Travis
I tried to tell my brother to chill, but we ball March Madness
Funny they said that we wouldn't get a bag, and we both started laughing
I just ate my meal, I ain't need no napkin
Know what it was, why the fuck is that dumb boy
cappin'?
How you gon' tell him what happened
She got a mood, since she feel like she flyin' on carpets, I might just call her a Jasmine
I got a mood like Aladdin
Say that he dead, that's tragic
Don't even want it, I told my brother to keep it on bro, you can have it
It's kinda hot in this bitch, okay
I'm tryna get rich today
They keep on talking like Kiss-Fil-A
I just hope he don't miss today
He put a cape on, it look like he finding some shit to save
Niggas been sliming they brothers, no cap bro, that shit's the same
I tried to hit it again, but on God, it don't hit the same
Put on a show, I'm distracted, my bad, say I missed your name
She say I miss insane, it's okay with me to say miss the gang
Here cuz I miss the train, it's shining no way you could miss the chain
He had a road and he missed it, bro how you missed the lane
Shinin' like my bitch do
I peeped all them fuckboys, clicked up, I know
all them pissed too
Just make sure that shit don't mix up,
I'm gon' press that issue
Ain't gon' lie, I miss you, ain't no way I fixed you
Got a mood, feel like I'm Trent, I blocked when they try blitz you
You stayed in your bag fuck with how you work like your rent due
Bro, in his bag is the truth
You can't say that you love me no more, cause I need more proof
I just came in this bitch with my brothers, I don't need no troops
I feel like Snoop, nigga
Bro got a mood might shoot, nigga
He love good hoops, nigga
I split a bag with my brother
We hit a stroll like Nupes, nigga
Pop out lil' like a shuttle
Whole time in a two-door coupe, nigga
He in the mud, what a bummer
I'm finna punt it my brothers on both of the ends, looking like gunners
Ever since we played Simon Says, I knew I was a young cold stunner
We gon' be rich by the summer
I might send a boy under
Send that boy straight to the gutter

Written by:
Jalil Ridley

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