Guapdad 4000 – Deadly Assassination Summer Squad (Audio, Lyrics)

Guapdad 4000 unveils new single, “Deadly Assassination Summer Squad”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by James Delgado.

Aguapdad 4000 Deadly Assassination Summer Squad

Swagger and charisma can only get an artist so far — thankfully Guapdad 4000 has the talent to boot, making him somewhat of a multi-pronged threat in this rap game. Capable of spitting bars with the poise of a veteran emcee, as evidenced by his still ongoing “Rona Raps” cypher series, his latest drop “Deadly Assassination Summer Squad” highlights his melodic capabilities. Though a brief track overall, Guapdad makes sure to jam it full of material. “Even though it’s hot out here, I’m still gon’ be a criminal,” he raps. “Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store, assassination artist, flippin’, make that shit flawless.”

As the extended verse continues, Guap’s flow whips into a frenzied whirlwind, though never at the cost of his chill demeanor. It’s a testament to his powers as both a melodist and a lyricist, capable of blending both worlds into one cohesive package. At this rate, it’s only a matter of time before more people start taking note of the Ferragamo Falcon, as imaginative a voice in this modern rap game as they come.

Guapdad 4000 – Deadly Assassination Summer Squad (prod. James Delgado)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah (Summer time)

[Chorus]
I was fightin’ for my life in the summer time
Niggas always tryna catch me when I’m doin’ right
It get the hottest down in August
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, woah

[Verse]
Even though it’s hot out here, I’m still gon’ be a criminal
Come and check my temperature, spent fever in the Gucci store
Assassination artist, flippin’, make that shit flawless
Every bands in your hands, out the dumpster
Don’t understand how business work
It’s the youngster mindset, my mind set about that action
I’m tryna flex and have sex, fuck his taxes
Spendin’ it all on the drop, then watch, the Rollie, I was livin’ the dream
Takin’ the tips and I’m dodgin’ the rent
‘Cause I live with my team, ride for my team, yeah
Makin’ me greens, profit was green, I need more ‘reens
Ballin’ the finals, I’m takin’ the finals
The scholar, the league, champion, king, yeah
Big mojo, but my fomo was hittin’
I went loco with my promo, but bi-locals was missin’
Tryna hold onto my home bro, but don’t see me as a local
Guess my lens is more bifocal, ’cause our focus is different
When that sun is up, niggas still wearin’ all black
Social immunity, I might just call ’em all black
Jigga Juice with me, he gon’ hear it, all that
With the season mean to you?
Can’t find one, then fall back

[Chorus]
I was fightin’ for my life in the summer time
Niggas always tryna catch me when I’m doin’ right
It get the hottest down in August
Why niggas gotta die in every July?
Oh, oh, oh, woah