Summer '26 lyrics

Ah Summer 26 in this bitch The biggest The Butcher comin' nigga Yo, look, it's summer 26, thank God you made it through the winter Niggas busting whips, 'cause they been saving since November Where I'm from is gangsters, but no saviors for the sinners Mask and gloves on like we got babies to deliver I was on the turf when you were saving it for pin ups Running through blocks like Terrell Davis did in Denver When I felt trouble, a sense of danger I would pick up But I'm in interviews just like it came without a hiccup The gunpowder fragrance hang like frames on a picture She back from Dr. And I see changes in her figure A block shift on my strip ain't made for no beginner I feel like a drops an even trade for a chinchilla The son raised blades through you, it ages you but quicker He only 17 and goin' through phases of a killer You know my agenda, pyrex over the blender She cut you broke niggas off to fuck a big spender The butcher comin', these rappers wanted my spot for years The success they got was mid Deep down, they wanna swap careers And I wish well to niggas Don't let the rumors of Griselda splittin' Force your over-confidence to fail you niggas In a position I had to embrace Every classic I made gave status and weight to these rappers upstate The work pale like Dracula face, straps on our waist We buckled up like I'm tryin' keep my passengers safe Summertime, Butch 3, God bless the trilogy The streets still runnin' shit, but y'all just through industry I don't need no hot takes or complex delivery I'm still top ten and don't need Complex to mention me Oysters on a yacht, still hearin' voices from the block Y'all sections be full of lab stones, moissanites, and bops But fuck it, since I'm a run, you a gold in my eyes Far as golds, y'all behind Y'all tweetin' for ya even wiped the coal out your eyes I'm from where these young niggas rock with felon music And when the block get slow, they rob a credit union And when it come, we cop first by the pelt And you got a crown to Knicks since the Spurs got the belt And I'm a real boss, I don't curse out the help But I'm a little too famous to sell these birds by myself Sending kites to the family, I know gon' get confiscated Took my wife to to the Grammy's the year I got nominated, yeah I'm with a couple hoes from London if I do kick it And they just won a few tickets to the Roots Picnic And my shawty in the back only shoot switches And these hoes on these podcasts bootlickin' Took the game and I fronted I pulled that drop right to the front cause this was Shay would've wanted It ain't no clouds and it's 90 outside, that mean it's grimy outside But fuck it, you can still find me outside Uh