Dev the Enigma - Hot Summer (feat. Solo) Lyrics

I catch the beat and dodge the virus
I ain't talking bout the flu when I say I'm pied pippin
We was leading up to plans to make this profit and divide it
And the hand of God shook me up and took a five with it
Look, we been turning up the focus
The coast is where we stay the same place where the smoke is
Oh shit, now they tuning in to all this
But I just want the type of profit I could pay the charges
Yeah, so ain't no holding back
Rack up the bags enact the whole plan
More cash no advance two hands and going fast
Out west like a jack boy that boy got the map
I would post daily but I been about the distancing
I was six away before we got in this predicament
I be skipping out on all this drama on the internet
Strange place ain't it come and say it at the residence
Ben a hundred like the presidents
Dead up my pocket got the credit I'm investing it
Like a chronic how the lines got them interested
I got options like a fast break dishing it
In the function with a cup of something
Full trunk, chop it up like Paul Bunyan
Talking numbers, cool it down keep it undercover
Once we out baby its gone a hot summer
Oh yeah, its gone be a hot one
We the flyest in the game but its no top gun
Stay chasin bags so we'll always be the runners
And we iced out even in the hot summer
I been rappin
Turned a parlor trick to party hits
Only got the loudest when we roll the spliff
Bottle boast sip to this
Shot my shot never miss
Pour it up in the solo cup
She blow me a kiss
She gotta man I don't know what she thinkin
Couple mikes hard now the loyal ones winkin
Tryna get to know me the more they keep the drinkin
F*ck your Instagram baby lemme know your LinkedIn
Leave the drive way gotta run some errands
Leave a target parking lot car full of Karen's
Adjacent to basics
I'm feelin on they bacon
Clay Akin way they singin when I'm scorin walter Payton
I twist illegal when I'm chillin with my people
Been the one since the fetal
Makin hits like the beetles
Ask yo girl how I rap she said opposite of evil
They bangin all my bangers from the clubs to cathedrals
Move quick
To blue strips
From broke kid
To too rich
I do this
Now my car on ooh shit
Who's this
Stay about my green like, Fiona
Every day I get a check like
I'm worried about corona
I'm so gifted feelin blessed on any instrumental
No Sheraton but this cucci must be continental
Eat in the morning just cuz I want too
And for all my other meals cuz I don't need food
In the function with a cup of something
Full trunk, chop it up like Paul Bunyan
Talking numbers, cool it down keep it undercover
Once we out baby its gone a hot summer
Oh yeah, its gone be a hot one
We the flyest in the game but its no top gun
Stay chasin bags so we'll always be the runners
And we iced out even in the hot summer