Cold Summer

Uh, uh-huh, twoey, tapped in like a yea.
Another cold summer, man, you already know how the fuck we rockin', yeah
Fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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, fuck 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 fuck 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