Summer In The Spot - Allstar JR, SB

Welcome to Get A Bag Records

Let’s get a bag

It’s ninety-nine degrees, I got sweat drippin'

Pushin' two flavors, I be set trippin'

Use the side 'cause the front got a step missin'

Summertime hot, but my neck chillin'

Scalin' that hard, bag it up for me, please

Aunties and uncles, I got what you need

Scalin' up snow, pack it up for me, please

Aunties and uncles, I got what you need

Lil' bro, don’t tell I been sellin' dope again (Don't)

I was sellin' dope, you was scrappin' Coats for Kids (I been out here)

Mackin' up packs, laughin' while I rubber band (Big bands)

Got boy and girl and they happily holdin' hands (Woo)

Ay, bitch, say, «Let's get a bag» for me

Can’t pronounce the drip, come read the tag for me (What's this?)

My first bitch swore I used to give my last money (On God)

Come here, bitch, I’m finna fuck you like a crash dummy (Biotch)

Swear, my fiends can’t contain theyself

They’re so damn high, my baby lookin' for a vein that left (She do)

My first twenty Gs came and went

If you ain’t got no cheese, ho nigga, you need to bang yourself (Kill yourself,

dumb-ass nigga)

Benihana carry-out in my Balenciaga (Trippin')

From the looks, bum, this summer sayin' fifty thousand (Oh, I’ma run up some

shit)

Hope you don’t snitch 'cause the hood ain’t gon' be shit without it (For real)

But we killin' shit, so nigga, don’t say shit about it (Get a pack)

I’m tryna spend the summer in the spot

(Tryna spend the summer in the spot)

Lil' baby, is we fuckin' or we not?

(Baby, is we fuckin' or we not?)

I could leave a hundred on your block

(I could leave a hundred on your block)

But I’ma get a hundred out this pot

(I'ma get a hundred out this pot)

I’m tryna spend the summer in the spot

(Tryna spend the summer in the spot)

Lil' baby, is we fuckin' or we not?

(Baby, is we fuckin' or we not?)

I could leave a hundred on your block

(I could leave a hundred on your block)

But I’ma get a hundred out this pot

(I'ma get a hundred out this pot)

Please get your bird, nigga, this bitch keep tryna blow me (Bitch)

First and the third, off that I probably blew the Rollie

Speakin' of birds, niggas, we got 'em for the lowest (Woo)

And we fly through them bows, them niggas probably think we smokin' (We ain’t)

Hey, how you doin', it’s R, can I take your order?

(What you need?)

We open at six, niggas can call us in the mornin' (Early)

Nine for eleven, get it hard while it’s boilin'

If my fiend want a zip I’ma tax the man short

Nigga, I got lean, I got hard, I got pills (All that shit)

Bro was my dog 'til he ran off and got killed (Woo)

My other nigga, he stayed loyal and got scrill (Big bands)

If your mans ain’t hit your drank, bitch, I will (Fuck you, then)

Light on the stick, like a nigga hit the power (Woo)

Headed to my fiend house, finna take a shower (Woo)

They sayin' I’m the plug, but I got a little power

I ain’t had a pair of Buffs since I lost 'em in the powder (What?)

I’m tryna spend the summer in the spot

(Tryna spend the summer in the spot)

Lil' baby, is we fuckin' or we not?

(Baby, is we fuckin' or we not?)

I could leave a hundred on your block

(I could leave a hundred on your block)

But I’ma get a hundred out this pot

(I'ma get a hundred out this pot)

I’m tryna spend the summer in the spot

(Tryna spend the summer in the spot)

Lil' baby, is we fuckin' or we not?

(Baby, is we fuckin' or we not?)

I could leave a hundred on your block

(I could leave a hundred on your block)

But I’ma get a hundred out this pot

(I'ma get a hundred out this pot)

It’s ninety-nine degrees, I got sweat drippin'

Pushin' two flavors, I be set trippin'

Use the side 'cause the front got a step missin'

Summertime hot, but my neck chillin'

Scalin' that hard, bag it up for me, please

Aunties and uncles, I got what you need

Scalin' up snow, pack it up for me, please

Aunties and uncles, I got what you need

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Let’s get a bag