[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Mm-mm

[Verse 1]
The weather's feeling summery
Something like the summary
You wrote about your summers
Eating for school, after your summers leave
You remember break woods, late nights at the lake woods
Where you wanna stay, uh
Hook-ups, and break-ups
You remember choosing 'em, you remember losing 'em
The ones to love that hurt your feelings, something like aluminum
Vile words and lightеrs in, bag full of contraband
Vice, ain't the condoms at?
Close all typеs of brands
The summer taste like sun naps
Blunt taps and blunt wraps
Sun match, cap guns and gun caps
Pockets fat, run that
Squad up a run-back
Get asked where the pump at
'ight man, shut-back
[Bridge]
June, July, August
See what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance, with some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus, ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us forget all our teachers taught us
June, July, August
See what you brought us
Some sayin' this some Chance, with some future fast ruckus
That was when ya ruckus, ya ruckus to a ruckus
It's the months that are make us forget all our teachers taught us

[Verse 2]
This is for our low tips and hollow hips
Models with the model hips
Follow with the bottle, swallow mallow in the bottle fist
For ink pens and fitted whites
Cast bags and lifting heights
The lecture that you did it, 'cause your hook wasn't just fitting right
808s and Pro Tools
Paper made and go shoes
The beat machine that cost as much as Jordan, so you sold shoe
Come burn the stones to heaters, glimpse
Ounces, grams and kilos, flip
Go rows and fittin' skinny's bag and Adidas kicks
Gucci Mane and Caleb
All of Jesus' ad-libs
For every single hood, and that includes DJ Khaled
We are the best, and this is the summer that will never end
Never get a rest, yes
[Instrumental Outro]