[YYRO]:
You've just tuned in
To the makings of a smash hit
So if you feel a nigga
You can come vibe with me
Ain't like them other niggas
Girl they just can't compete
Lets take the wheel for a night spin
If you rolling girl jump in....
Oh you know I been choosing
Whipping that Chevy coupe and
Drop that ass to my shoes and
This is just how we do it, yeah!
[C]:
It's gone be a blue, summer!
[H]:
Riding in my cotton candy caddy
With the blueberry leather
In my city looking pretty
Color opposite of weather nigga!
Blue summer, blue summer, blue summer!
[Terrence Spectacle]:
S P E C T A C L E
NuDallas in the background jamming
Merge as I swerve & I learn from the traffic
My woodgrain wheels on forest
My rims mimicing Saturn
My sub banging like Solar Systems
Blew my mind, but I don't know what happened!
I've had it, I've had it, I've had it
I'm tired of not understanding
Clean my psyche, new canvas
Asleep on orbit? Use napkins
Might not roll, no butter
Clap that, clap that, like thunder
See me Stevie? No wonder!
I'mma start a tundra, in the summer!
[Repeat Chorus & Hook]
[Brandon Fxrd]:
I remember dreaming bout that candy coated cutlass with the rubberband
Smoking on exotic girl, that's my plane to motherland
Momma always kept it tucked, I can be your weatherman
Light bill, phone bill, do she need a cigarette?
Do she need that nicotine? Ho, no, no, don't lie to me
Let demons inside of me, I've seen the things that God would see
Probably, a prodigy, honestly I and he connected like a Siamese
Finally, I can live good!
[KissedKilled]:
On the cool doe, bitch what up?
Three hoes in the back of the whip
But I only need two doe, got blonde hair but my bandana blue doe
What up? I'm draped up, and I'm dripped up
Pink mud in my blue cup, and I'm sippin slow, still tippin doe
Can't get this shit at the liquor store, like what?
Young nigga rollin, got a bad ho, she a yella bone but the bitch look golden... like what?
Still don't fuck with the hummer, in the blue jeep with the blue seats same color your summer, what up, what up?
[YYRO]:
So tell me whatcha gone do
Cause baby we can make moves
It's gone be a blu summer...
Blu summer yeah!
[Repeat Chorus & Hook]:
[Jarvis Hodges]:
You roll with me, you need a passport
Straight kickin' it with my feet up on the dashboard
All the past shit, leave it behind then fast forward
The sun don't always shine, why hold my tongue?
Speaking every thought that comes to mind, heart of a lion!
Soul of a priest, and she keep it classy for you, but freaky to me!
Theres summer madness in the air, I can feel it like the finest fumes, don't be on that beef shit; keep it in the diner room
[Crit Morris]:
This is only recreational
Top down blaring music we ain't gone take it slow
Call me Dr. Morris, love them patient hoes
Coming from a cold place, but it never snows (trenches)
Is this really what we breathing for?
Living out a life that we ain't even chose!
Uh uhs at my shows, fakes love the lights & cameras
When the action come they try to pose!