Yea I'm riding through the city yea yea
Got my main bitches wit me yea yea
We smokin on that loud
On the way to the town
We pull up
We show out
Summer time fine
Go head and slow wine
A bitch on the grind
I Ain't got no time to chill
I don't be in my feels
I'm just keepin trill
I'm just keepin it real
I'm just keepin it real
Summer night in the bay yea
This liquor got me feelin kinda crazy
(Im on)
Yea I'm riding through the city yea yea
Got man wit me and they hating
We Smokin on that loud
Straight out the pound
You know what I'm talkin
Bout
We ride
We ride
Through the night
Come on baby
Just step in the lime light
Cuz we been
Plottin on the low
Making moves on the low
Nobody even know
On a flight to Mexico
Cuz I been
Doin ma own thang
Don't gotta explain
My self to nobody
I don't need the constrain
Yea
Summer night in the bay yea
This liquor got me feelin kinda crazy