Black Hoodie Summer

[Intro]
Black hoodie summer
Mask on, heart cold (yeah)
If you wasn’t in that struggle
You don’t know
[Verse 1]
Shorty in the car, legs on the dashboard
Tattoos peeking out, said she like her men with passports
I was in the trap, ramen in the glass pot
Now she wanna cuff, diamonds in the laptop
Late night run, circle through the back block
Tucked in the jeans, pressure in the stash spot
Opps write threads, fingers on they screen tough
See ’em in the flesh, all I ever see is speed bumps
I don’t do talk, chest got receipts
You was in the bleachers, I was bleeding on the seats
Bro got booked, kept his mouth like a vault
I’m the one they blame, but they know it’s they fault
[Chorus]
I got love for the ones that was hungry with me (with me)
Still got smoke for the ones that was gunning for me (for me)
I don’t chase opps, I just level the score
Pray my mom never see what I did on that floor
I got lust in the room, got a saint in my bed
Devil in my ear, all this rage in my head
I don’t chase opps, I just level the score
Black hoodie summer, we ain’t running no more (no more)
[Verse 2]
Shorty say “choke me, treat me like you did the streets”
Hands on her waist, same grip I had on heat
She like when I’m toxic, fresh from a mission
Sweat on my neck, gunpowder in my system
Text from an opp girl, typing all reckless
Said she wanna slide, tryna feel what respect is
I just sent “bet,” dropped pin, then I left it
Can’t trust love when the bed feel infectious
Tension in the alley, sirens at the corner light
Thinking ’bout my brother while I’m thumbing through this warmer night
Every time I slide it just open up another scar
Karma in the mirror, I been praying but it’s far
[Chorus]
I got love for the ones that was hungry with me (with me)
Still got smoke for the ones that was gunning for me (for me)
I don’t chase opps, I just level the score
Pray my mom never see what I did on that floor
I got lust in the room, got a saint in my bed
Devil in my ear, all this rage in my head
I don’t chase opps, I just level the score
Black hoodie summer, we ain’t running no more (no more)

rap, Aggressive New York drill bounce with snarling 808s and sharp hi-hat rolls, male vocals. Verses tight and punchy with ad-libs tucked in the sides; hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a simple, shout-along melody. Dark, minimal piano stabs and sliding bass under gritty, upfront rap.