Summer 9ineteen

[Intro]
Yeah
Marcus on the beat
Right

[Verse 1]
All these bitches want my money I say fuck em
All these niggas said they had my back,they were bluffin
All those times I was sleeping on the floor
No one picked me up or even open the door
And all this time and it's time for me to shine
I was on my grind, Working 9 to 5
Trying to get out the cut and achieve what was my mine
I thought going back on cocaine was the way
Confidence with the bitches when I was overseas
But now I'm just rеady for the streets
Everything is ready to go еverything is complete

[Chorus]
I was on top but these niggas want me to stop
They say I'm a Flop but low-key they really cop
They wanted me to die they wanted me to drop

[Verse 2]
Staring at the Top that shit felt a lot
Summer Nineteen she tweeting about me
I don't do Snap Streaks I don't fuck with that Scene
Obzz in a Bugatti the way Vym life be
Got some Nikes with the tick you see
Rick Ross pulling up with the MayBach
Drop Top with the customised plate on the back
I got some waves on my head under my durag
Bitches getting mad these days saying did he really say that
Shut the fuck up bitch you a hoe
Fucking next man on the fucking low
I heard you even sniff the fucking blow
Too many nights to get your on my way home
I knew this one chick who used to blow up my phone
Asking for money to pay off debt while her man was on road
I was like what the fuck and ignored the bitch
She ain't worth my time she ain't worth shit

[Bridge]
Hitting Lick Hitting Lick
I'm getting Rich
If you fuck me around I'm going John Wick
If we ain't talking money get off my line
Focus on the money focus on the grind
Hitting lick Hitting lick
I'm getting rich
If you fuck me around I'm going John Wick
If we ain't talking money get off my line
Focus on the money focus on the grind

[Chorus]
I was on top but these niggas want me to stop
They say I'm a Flop but low-key they really cop
They wanted me to die they wanted me to drop
Staring at the Top that shit felt a lot