Summer Blockbuster (feat. Buddy Flo) Video (MV)

Where I'm from they let them hammers out
Living movies get the cameras out
In my state they let them hammers out
Living movies get them cameras out
That bang, bang, bang, bang nigga
That bang, bang, bang, bang, nigga
Shout out to J-Lord

Trill niggas in this clique
Focused on arithmetic
Was the sky till I popped the pill and now I'm feeling limitless
Tell them niggas this is it
Married to the city, to the game, and to the money I'm a young, trill polygamist
Rollin' Maui, smoking loudly
Till it's cloudy and I'm drowsy
Counting thousies, high as Towley
Goons around me, gettin' rowdy
Pussy wet, throat deep, swear your girl is tryna drown me
And I mean to Rockford, what weed mean to Cali
Tell em' bout me
Hop out when Impala land, dolla bands
Fly, sharp, and cuttin' hoes bitch, I'm like Kitana fans
Burnin' up these ganja grams
City on my back, Imma lead us to the promised land
And they can't see the kid, no sonogram
Ball like Hardin, causing arson
Crosses flossin', raw and flawless
Starvin' artists, startin' carnage
Get your f*cking carcass garbaged
Wages garnished, hold on ho
Fly in everything that I throw on ho
Ride around town and I blow on dro
Killing every beat that I flow on, whoa

Aye, where I'm from, they let them hammers out
We living movies, get them cameras out
Where I'm from, they let them hammers out
We living movies, get them cameras out
This be the trillest shit
The trillest shit you ever seen
This be the trillest shit
This be the trillest shit
The trillest shit you ever seen
Hit the club with my team
Turn it to a murder scene

Got on my grind and got more checks
Stop lovin' hoes and got more sex
I'm that nigga from the east side to the south side to the northwest
Problem is you got more stress
Cause you f*ckin' off and we f*ckin' bosses
My kush smoking, my money talkin
Ain't hard to tell that we do this often
You know I'm off it, niggas hate but that's nothin' new
Back when I was in the Bonneville I had a gang of hoes that I was runnin' through
Want the truth, I've been a trail nigga since a little nigga what you know about it
You ain't never seen nothin' like it, don't even know how to go about it
Turned up while I'm ridin' high
Yo, bitch in my backseat
She done brought a few friends through
We about to have a track meet
Blowin' loud, gettin' topped off while I drive slow through the back streets
She got a man, but when it come to that, she come f*ck with me
Cause he that weak
Last week it was all good, now it's even better
Next week we'll be rich forever
CPT till I D.I.E. and think A1-5 when you see them letters
Yeah, who you know that get it like I get it
Young niggas on a mission
It ain't personal, it's business
It's the family, huh

Hit the club with my team, turn into a mercenary
This ain't the back street, yo
They said they want that Bang Bang
They said they want that Pine

I heard they want that Pine Pine
They want that Pine Pine, nigga
They want that Pine
They want that Pine Pine, nigga

They want that Pine
They want that Pine Pine, nigga
Crazy mother
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