Fabolous – Gone For The Summer lyrics

[Intro: a Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
It's [?]
Gone for the summer, ah
You really buggin' out
Gone for the summer, ah
Gone for the summer, yeah
Gone for the summer
Gone for the summer, gone for the summer, yeah

[Chorus: a Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you
Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you
Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
I never brag, how real I keep it? That's my best secret
Nowadays they'll prolly leak it
Just because you peep it down, mean you gotta speak it
They say the ones who creep is comin' when you at you weakest
I think I heard that on "Good Fellas"
You make it out now the hood jealous
Stay on your toes like a foot fetish
We go back the bacon, egg and cheese is that the hood deli
And when I did the butter rose I never pour jelly
No jealousy over no bread, yeah
Hope that ain't go over your head
That's word to Casanova, birds be gassed up over
You askin' where they from, they actin' like you ask them over
See hoes think we all tryna bend their asses over
But if the shoe fits wear it with you Fashion Nova
Look, once you corny then you stay corny
And once it's fuck you, I'ma stay horny
Gone (Gone)

[Chorus: a Boogie Wit da Hoodie, with Fabolous]
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you
Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you
Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Let's keep it a hunnid, even Benjamin got a big head
Money changes small faces and the big heads
We was doin' smalls 'till we got big bread
Two words, I'm gone like Big said
Everybody got a story to tell
And everybody on this earth is one story from Hell
One story from Heaven, another story from reverends
Always gone too soon, put the story together
Put that a to the K, put the to 4 to the 7
For the brag get blown out of your Jordan 11's
Good times becomin' a new story or seven
Then it's damn, damn, damn, Florida Evans
You just say what you did, so your story alleged
20 years I did it, so my story is legend
Don't want no beef or you story's veggie
Heard 'bout my shooters, all the stories is Reggie
Miller, ny killer

[Chorus: a Boogie Wit da Hoodie]
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't live without you
Gone for the summer now, came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it
Gone for the summer, spent a over hunnid thousand
You really buggin' out, thinkin' I can't be without you
Gone for the summer now, I came back with two hundred thousands
Shootouts in the summertime, I was really around it

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
Yo this might've been my coldest summer ever
Sometimes you feel cold even in the summer weather
Sometimes the dumb'll make you come with something clever
Sometimes it gotta fall apart just to come together
Life get puzzlin' but I make the pieces thick
Try to pull my card but I make them pieces hit
Will never let you assholes make me a piece of shit
Could've went to war but I made my peace with it
Watch out who you [?] with
'Cause everybody want a slice of the pie
But they won't sacrifice for this fly
Told niggas life's a gamble, gotta roll the dice 'till you die
Pay the cost to be the boss, guess the price was too high
They ain't paid attention (Paid attention)
Teams break up over player tension
You ain't ready gotta play the bench then
Vp's are playin' dressed in
Ice water bath, jeweller put my name in script, that's an ice autograph, nigga
Cold summer with the pristine boys
And that black and orange ride, [?], boy
Richard Mille rose gold on my left wing, boy
Plain Jane ain't the flex, I'm investing, boy
Gotta switch it up, onto the next, boy
You ain't throw back, that's Mitchell and Ness thing, boy
Lookin' like you wouldn't pass a diamond testing, boy
That shit fake in your ring, fuck you wrestling, boy? (Wrestling, boy)
You gotta take it blood
Now it's just how you feel when you make it from mud, my nigga
Objections you could take to the judge
I'm a grinder, not the one that break up the buzz, my nigga
If you steal me, you gotta kill me
Any real G gotta feel me
See the chill me that's the real me
But when you force my hand I'ma play the cards you deal me
Then I'm gone for the summer
Then 'm gone for the summer
I'm gone for the summer