We gon do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
We gon do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
Now let me pray for these fuck niggas
Turn it up!
We gon do this all summer, word to palm trees
Wipe the sweat off with them 100s, check that summer breeze
Put them Phantoms up, bring out them old school
Switch up them paint jobs, take off them old shoes
He for them motors, my shit straight out of VIP
Pull up on me in traffic, I race you for that check
Pull up at the red light, go
Got them sneaks on the back, so the bitch sit low
$30 grand for the paint, AC blow snow
Come up whip blow row like woah
Cashin out, never cashin in
Tired of livin cappin in
The ho goin crazy, fuck you pay me
Summer on the way, so why the fuck you hatin?
And Imma kill this summer, word to momma
And I put that on my motherfuckin gunners, Im a stunna
These bitches love me, they say I do too much
But I just crack a smile, bitch I dont do enough
True story, you heard it here first
And by the time the summer hit you gotta know the verse
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my 
100 grand, coulda bought a car
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, 
Biggie need that Jaguar, aka that fast car
Aka that Nascar, aka that drag car
My rap name is Young Thug
Im taking the trade to be a Blood
My blunts are like two dubs
Put em out, the roaches like bugs
DJ Swamp Izzo runs it back 2x
Break the Benz aint rented, ho
Spends on my face too tinted, ho
Kick this shit like new K, aka Lieutenant, ho
Jockin and be with me, he jockin and be with me
And if you want them birds, I got a 
No cops and rich niggas is my icons
Im not an af, but if you need bricks bitch 
Come back to you, like the back of you
Now Im after you
And if you order more, well feed you rat food
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my 
100 grand, coulda bought a car
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia, 
 and the top gone
Got a pint of lean plus Im on Patron
Got a bad bitch and a wife at home
Gettin crazy dome while Im on the phone
Private flights, G6
Flyin overseas, got me seasick
Cold heart, never trust a bitch
Got a cold wrist, cold six
Forty-five, born to live, live to die
Summertime got a new coupe, no roof
Carbon fiber, bullet proof
Paid in Full like rich poor
Got bricks of blow, buy sixty more
Im on my grind in that real split
Man, Im on my shit, bitches on my dick
Designer frames on my face
Cant see you niggas from outer space
Panoramic views, wanna see me nigga
In the penthouse where we chillin at
Im from zone three, bleedin there
Nigga fuck you if you aint feelin it
Got a lotta hoes, a lotta clothes
Too many fans, I do a lotta shows
Got a lotta paper, fuck the haters
10 grand in the club, aint nothin major
Do what I want, everyday
Fuck many groupies, Im London Jae
Got the top spot, the world mine
The city mine, Im on time
Now thats what I call a hell of a summer
Foreign car, 911 panamera, Aston Martin, Bugatti coupe
All kinda shit
Big diamonds, Audemar, no stones in my 
100 grand, coulda bought a car
Designer clothes, True Religion, new to Gucci
YSL, Dolce G, on my feet
Overseas, the UK, Dubai
Cayman Islands, Australia,