Cold Summer

Uh, uh-huh, twoey, tapped in like a yea.. Another cold summer, man, you already know how the f*ck we rockin', yeah F*ck with the girly, man, and I tell your bitch I know she see me callin', man Look, ayy, look, so you know I, bitch, yeah, I gotta keep this stick on me These niggas pussy talkin' bout they got this hit on me Fat load, my bitch, gettin' thick on me F*ck the baddest hoe up in your crew like I got dick on me Five foot, shit, I'm feelin' like your big homie Broke nigga, they sendin' threats, cause this bitch want me No cap, I like them foreign, hella thick, baby Take her to the world because you know I like them lit, baby Grown bitch, credit score somethin' like 800 Dumb bitch, you can't get my line, you got the fake number Squad thick, it's lookin' like another cold summer Ayy, that's your mans, tell me why the f*ck you told on him I ain't say we did the drill, but we won't cry about it These niggas say we did the drill, then they ain't lie about it Rest in peace, my demons, f*ck the suckers and they grave plot Told bro double back, cause they still sittin' in the same spot Ayy, this for all the ratchet hoes, bitches with a fat wad You ain't worth the telly, bitch, we fuckin' in the trap spot Waterboard niggas, yeah, y'all lookin' like some mascots Baby hit the play, sent the funds to the cash card jackpot Hit another lash, bitch, we mash hard, she say she addicted Guess I'm somethin' like the crack pot Come and learn this game, I got the crash course Bare face, bandit, tell your future with this mask off, nigga Ayy, man, it's another cold summer, motherfucka Man, we out here, man You already know what the f*ck goin' on Rest in peace, my demons, man Shout out my boy Tanaa, man Long live the money, you feel me They told me I couldn't do it again, bitch, I'm doin' it again Let's get it, man Cold summers, man Bitch Twoey