City Boy Summer

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Travis Scott & Hans Zimmer - NO TIME FOR CAUTION / MY EYES

SPACER00MS (feat. Playboi Carti & Travis Scott)

Lyrics

Imma get to the money 
By any means
  
These fuckboys 
talking up to me 
But I can’t hear a thing 

Friends turn to foes 
They all enemies 

Never showed love
Bossed up you can’t get to me 
 
Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Verse 1

You know that money callin 
And yea it’s coming thru 
These mothafuckas broke 
Mad not making no moves 
Going out sad gotta hate 
On what I do 
BeCause I do this shit 
way better than you 

Gotta sneak diss 
Like a little bitch
You ain’t on shit 
Heard your music 
And your mix 
That shit straight garbage 

Gotta run your lip 
Just to get some attention
Not to mention 
Yall ridin a pedo dick I do not get it 
Comparing us when you wanna be him 
So contradicting 

Verse 2 

And I never needed 
none of y’all lames recognition
Did this shit by myself 
Got my own fuckin wealth 
Now you mothafuckas 
Wanna fuck with me 
Cause I’m bout to blow 
Yall mothafuckas hoes 
Never copied nobody 
Always stayed original 
actin way too cocky 
While Soundin 
like a fuckin clone
Pipe 
Can’t be yourself 
Cause of you already know 
That you wack bro 

Imma get to the money 
By any means
  
These fuckboys 
talking up to me 
But I can’t hear a thing 

Friends turn to foes 
They all enemies 

Never show love
Bossed up you can’t get to me 
 
Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o 

Now I’m stunting 
Ballin like I’m Steve o

STEVE O! PROD PLAINFACE

All these lames all these lames all you bitches sound the same 
Bitch I bring the funk and I bring the motha fuckin pain 
All you niggas is some bitches all you niggas is some suckas 
Gonna kill you motha fuckas and I have put that on my motha 

Once I let my shit spray all these hoe ass wimps run 
Always on a killing spree hoe and I do this shit for fun 
All you bitch try rap evil shit but sound gay as fuck 
Pull up on the mane if you really trynna get bucked 
Say you gon kill me pussy boy you better test yo luck 


Murder murder on my mind murder all tha fucking time 
Fuck a strap pussy boy I stay strapped wit a knife 
Just because you rep some color yeah you think you got some stripes 
Most of yall talk a lot of shit but lack the fucking height 
Best believe when I see you bustas in person it’s on sight 
Murder in the first degree bitch I feel like Tommy wright 
Bitches talkin shit behind my back because they know I’m right 
Gossip like a fucking hoe cause they know they can’t fist fight  

Prod. By EVILMYSTIC

TEST YO LUCK PROD. EVILMY$TIC

Yea and I don’t know where im going 
I feel so much pain 
these days it’s get more lonely 
Remember days when 
I didn’t feel this way 
Wish they told me 
That when you got older 
Your loved one turn to phoney 

Yeah but 
I just gotta ride alone 
Life got so many turns 
I don’t know which way to go 
Cruising on the backroads 
Only thing I know 
Reminding on old days 
I won’t get no mo 

Yea I wish they told me 
That when you get older 
You’ll lose a couple of people 
And you grow more colder 

I wish they told me 
What true love does 
It ain’t like in the movies 
That Cupid shit is a facade 

I wish they told me 
That life will be hard 
Beat you down 
Til you don’t know who you are  

I wish they told me 
That you will be alone 
Sitting on the ledge 
Puffin on the smoke 

Uh 
I think I finally lost it 
Waking up every single day 
I feel so exhausted 

Worried about money inside my wallet 
I gotta get up out this situation 
It’s a problem 

Try to solve it every 
single night and day 
Still feel the same pain 
That I felt yesterday 
To be honest 
It’s getting so tiring 
Dealing with all these things 
Sometimes I just wanna let
Put the pistol to my fucking brain 

And paint the roof 
Of my car red
Dealing with so much 
Right now your help 
No I do not want it 
I wish the world 
Would stop spinning 
So I can get off it 
Every single day 
I’m tired 
Man im so exhausted 

Even tho I didn’t do shit 
Mentally drained 
I’m insane I don’t like this shit 
Not one bit 
I just wish I could forget 
Someday I’ll disappear 
And I won’t miss this shit

Execution Double Six (Prod. By Kidd Koala and Evil Mystic)

Kidd Koala