Joan Clayton (feat. B. Lewie & Steez Jobs)

What's up, JP Motor City, Detroit Ah, summertime comin Bitch, you know we stuntin Bout to send a bitch to LA Like she Drummond Bitch, you know we paid Cartier white as onions You can't see the frames But these shades cost some money You can't see inside But your girl drivin' for me And I'm in her friend DM's Like, I want you Tired, I'ma slide In your bitch for the comfort Niggas see you shinin Then start grillin Like your uncle Had to cut some niggas Off my team, like Joe Budden Bitch, I'm in a sleeve Ain't no keys, it's a button Like it's Halloween Smash your bitch like a pumpkin Don't you ask, my bitch nothing I'm so forward, she a dummy Low key, but I got my hands in it Like a mupper Dexter ave, not Sesame Street With yo Bitch, in Eddie V's Niggas turned around In they pics, tryna show the V Don't know what I spent On this drip She gon' notice me She went out of town Came back with some upholstery Means she got her booty done Titties too, that's two for one And she brought her friend Two for one, that's a honey bun Pull up with some bands Baby, tryna give the drummer some Spend a rack, get it back Big stacks, hit sacks Know I'm spendin' that My bitch bad, food trash She gon' send it back Try to slide, psych, cop I'ma beam a chest Feedin dick to your lil' baby Like it's semilac I'm just tryna crack Hit her once to send her back She wanna make a movie Baby, think this Cinemax See me, yo, she relapsed Told that bitch to relax Dressed to the nines Bitch, she a ten Left the T-top Just a skirt and a benz Ass like Joan Told girl, bring her friends You let baby leave Now she gone with the wind When the summertime come Ice, crush, white, buffs Nigga, when the summertime come Glock, tucked, white, ones Bitch, when the summertime come Loud trucks, piped up Nigga, when the summertime come Line up, fly as fuck