Written by: Jeffrey Campbell, Ryan Montgomery, Jason Phillips, Terrence Thornton, John David Jackson, Clemm Rishad, John Jackson, Tarik Azzouz, Nicholas Warwar
Duration: 3:44
Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Summer on Lock’ by Agent Sasco. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Agent Sasco or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
I got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? (Why you fronting?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting?
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
Nigga, I’m so far ahead of my time, I’m ’bout to start another life
You a target, I’ll probably blast you twice
Alki rapping with the passion of Christ
Curveball through the eye of the storm
I am the calm before disaster can strike
The rocks on that watch on that dial gon’ shine loud
On you hustlers who out there in brownstones like the Huxtables
Y’all came to be euthanized
I can’t be de-humanized
I ain’t even human, I’m paying a communion wine
Cruising in that Wraith, dawg, like we came to offend haters
Shoot a nigga face off like a neighbour’s Tim Taylor
Racketeer in charge, tennis match in the charge
Y’all can finish that whack shit, then it’s back to the gods
I’m in a Maybach right now tryna innovate
I’m too fly, don’t try to give me my props, just give me space
Your favourite artist tryna parrty with Puff,
I’m tryna f*ck Cardi in a pair of Cartier buffs, what
I got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you you what a winner do (winner do)
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting? (Why you fronting?)
We the topic of discussion
Got the summer on lock (on lock), and the winter too (winter too)
Let me show you what a winner do
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting?
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
It’s fly season, my season
Long as I don’t lose, it’s all cool if I die evil
Yeah, we the niggas that they talking ’bout (us)
Yeah, y’all the niggas that they chalking out
Yeah, I just let ’em go, I don’t force ’em out
Supreme Court staring at my man as they walk him out
The time that he looking at is crucial
I can see the pain translated through his pupils
Turn yourself in, it’s even worse when they scoop you
See the jake, don’t hit the brake, just go to neutral
Barbeques, white yacht parties, that’s what he’s used to
Pool, hoes, clubs and cribs, that’s what he shoot through
Work out, get your number on, ah (work out)
Say your prayers, get your slumber on, ah (aha)
They ain’t give you life, so your number gon’ pop
Best believe ’till the day you come home
I got the summer on lock
Our sons shine all day long
Tell ’em so, mass ’em all day long
Our sons shine all day long (Ah, stop fronting, nigga)
I got the summer on lock
Grind all winter, shine all summer
Life’s a bitch and I’m tryna keep you slimeballs from her
Any leaks, we gon’ fix it, none of mine called plumbers
Nina to your chest, player, like nine y’all number
We Rondo niggas, real recognise real, you John Doe, nigga
I made a closet out of a condo, nigga
See, that’s flyest nigga living shit, look over the river shit
She say I’m a asshole, how? When I don’t give a shit
It’s play money, my son think the foreign a toy
That’s why the family gon’ ball like Lavar and his boys
I realise they wanna backstab me, then turn knife
You ain’t got a hunnid ’till you got two hunnid, learn life
Respect ain’t earned twice, once you lose it, it’s gone
And it’s lame when your money right but you using it wrong
Shout the niggas coming home this summer, the juice back
Screaming OJ, shooting craps brought the Drac’ deuce sack
I got the summer on lock, and the winter too
Let me show you you what a winner do
Stay stunting but you broke, why you fronting?
We the topic of discussion, got the summer on lock
Our sons shine all day long
Tell ’em so, mass ’em all day long
Our sons shine all day long, all day long
I got the summer on lock