it the heat or the humidity Or was it something more? Could the world have stopped spining And I witnessed it all? On my City street In my Summer heat
Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Montigue whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with grey sound When summer
on the low (uhh) Rap like this and work the scale like so (uhh) Take it to the gutter, we could duke or shoot it out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever
did it, I done it, I get it, I punish The shit that I come with'll separate a rib from a stomach I'm the boss, when I spit it, you love it Matter fact
**k it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound When summer
Fuck it a bucket, a Delta, a Cutlass A Regal, a Montague whatever you thuggin' It's suped up, it's couped up, it fold down with gray sound When summer
blow I stay on the low Rap like this and work the scale like "So" Take it to the gutter we could duke or shoot it out Switchblades pump gauge, whatever
arrest me right it?s not happenin You ain?t never gon get on so stop rappin H2O comin this summer so stop askin All heat like wall street ya stock crashin
Buses pains main lines, trusted train departing We rushed it, discussed it, with lack of preparation Separation from city scenes littered streets, reversed beets Immersed in the heat
