[Verse 1]
Cruel summer, what a cruel summer
All we wanted was to move numbers
Turn the next season to a cool summer
Couldn't tell you how I school come-ups
Been pimpin' since been pimpin'
Big poppa like big pimpin'
Been poppin' I'm still tippin'
I'm still watching, she been drinking
Tip drilling, been thotting
Trill drippin' I'm ill widdit
Meal ticket, trick stop it
Still trippin' but still popped it
She don't get it
Breezed past it like still got it
Me my n***as wanted six figures
Me my n***as thinking big digits
Hit a lick plottin'
How a n***a knew God watchin' he still widdit
Focus back onto the game proper
Cooking crack with all the same partners
Looking back I never changed partners
Way before we started making dough
'Fore a n***a ever got a paying show
Heaven sent with all these hella flows
Show my thug the stash, he never tell a soul