"Cold Summer" lyrics
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Whole lot of guns we got drums that shit out the chop
Hell nah I don't want the K if that bitch come with a stock
I'm tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round n round like I'm working the pot
I grew up around violence I don't know how to stop
I won't let a nigga kill me I'm not Biggie or Pac
Got the drop on the opps I'm just patiently watching
If I don't come and get you best believe its going to be Jaq
Ever since I lost Ralo I been ready to crash
I catch a nigga out of bounds put this mop on your ass
223's like to travel so you better think fast
Crackers come I'm fast and furious I'm doing the dash
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Its lil Jdot mr make it happen and I'm smoking dead niggas
Steadily dissin on lil Dot but I'm the one that's breaking bread with u
Opps was on your ass you ain't have no gun bitch you was scared nigga
Now your ass a opp I guess I gotta let this led hit him
223's it put him to sleep now its just deceased
Ain't no running bitch on Ralo swear I'm hawking shit on feet
If its beef nigga we can meet or I'll be down the street
Keep it G bitch we about that drama leave it in the streets
Don't tell the hoes keep your mouth closed don't take it to the feds
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
You know we smoke dead niggas... Baby Ralo in this bitch
You know Jaq in the cut
I got a new driver
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Whole lot of guns we got drums that shit out the chop
Hell nah I don't want the K if that bitch come with a stock
I'm tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round n round like I'm working the pot
I grew up around violence I don't know how to stop
I won't let a nigga kill me I'm not Biggie or Pac
Got the drop on the opps I'm just patiently watching
If I don't come and get you best believe its going to be Jaq
Ever since I lost Ralo I been ready to crash
I catch a nigga out of bounds put this mop on your ass
223's like to travel so you better think fast
Crackers come I'm fast and furious I'm doing the dash
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Its lil Jdot mr make it happen and I'm smoking dead niggas
Steadily dissin on lil Dot but I'm the one that's breaking bread with u
Opps was on your ass you ain't have no gun bitch you was scared nigga
Now your ass a opp I guess I gotta let this led hit him
223's it put him to sleep now its just deceased
Ain't no running bitch on Ralo swear I'm hawking shit on feet
If its beef nigga we can meet or I'll be down the street
Keep it G bitch we about that drama leave it in the streets
Don't tell the hoes keep your mouth closed don't take it to the feds
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block I mop the floor
Bitch I'm hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
You know we smoke dead niggas... Baby Ralo in this bitch
You know Jaq in the cut
I got a new driver
Writer(s): Jacourey Rivers
