RondellGoCrazy - Summer Fun

(Rondell that shit bangin')
Louis V up on my belt
Hot nigga, my ice gon' melt
Ain't no snitch, I will not tell
She say that she like how I smell
My bitch bad and you can tell
Hold me down, I treat her well
I put her under my spell
You fuck niggas can go to hell
Tryna get ice for me and my broad
Loving life nigga, got more pros than cons
Gone on vacation and we having fun
Roller coasters out in California
Why do people act so weird
Don't ask no questions if you ain't from here
Making improvements, I know you can hear
Been on my grind like some muhfucking gears
(Yeah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah, woah, aye
Ohhh, yeah, yeah)

I was out in Cancun chilling with my boo
Summer fun in the sun, just like Malibu
I don't even need a gun 'cause these niggas boof
Why these niggas acting tough what you tryna prove
Stop that cappin' and that whack shit
I don't fuck with lying
If he tryna press, I'll solve the problem, leave him lying
Hope that I won't have to leave a nigga mama crying
Gotta mow the lawn, so I can see the snakes in the grass, hate when they bite me

Feel like some people be out to get me
Don't come 'round me when I start getting big money
Mad that you broke but it's really your fault you bummy
Gotta stay focused 'cause I am not no dummy
(Yeah)
I've been on my grind much lately, I been getting bands
Swear that I love you baby, you got me in a trance
I be getting butterflies, you be make my stomach dance
Fuck ur ex's girlfriend that Lil' bitch need to get her mans
Running up my money, so you know I'm gettin' racks
Don't be getting mad if I'm counting up my stacks
Running up my money, so you know I'm gettin' racks
Don't bite the hand that feed you then expect me to let you come back
(Woah)

I was out in Cancun chilling with my boo
Summer fun in the sun, just like Malibu
I don't even need a gun 'cause these niggas boof
Why these niggas acting tough what you tryna prove
Stop that cappin' and that whack shit
I don't fuck with lying
If he tryna press, I'll solve the problem, leave him lying
Hope that I won't have to leave a nigga mama crying
Gotta mow the lawn, so I can see the snakes in the grass, hate when they bite me
(Hate when they bite me)

Written by:
R. Williams

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