Cold Summer

[Intro] June, another cold summer, shooter gang doin' numbers [Hook] Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred [Verse 1] Another cold summer, Shooter Gang doing numbers Smoking cherry pot, chewin' raspberry mambas Gold foil candles, gonna fuck the homie bitch bruh Real nigga, that's the only thing I told the bitch Used to swerve stolen whips Now we in the only whips Pink slip, ownership Lately I've been on my shit How we 'posed to call you big bruh and you ain't showed the shit Hit for 20 P's and you ain't throw the little homie shit Self incrimination for you statement, shouldn't of told 'em shit Sleepin' in that pissy ass home, tank cold as shit Food hella cold and shit Ain't no hangin' on the fence Niggas really die behind this politics you up against Food hella cold and shit Ain't no bangin' on the fence Niggas really die behind this gangsta shit you up against Polluted oxygen, lookin' for the opposite Slidin' to the esophagus, knockin' at your occupants [Hook] Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred [Verse 2] You can't love me, can't yank nothin' from me Revenue recovered, tryna take some from me Hit the nigga Skeme like "where you at?" Them niggas in Oklahoma got pure Act' On top of that I got a couple of them drillin' with me Pray for Killer City, that's the iller city I fuck with boo bang when I'm in the city GPS on my ankle in a different city MCM bookbag, it's all 50 in me Tear this bitch up if they don't let and my niggas in it Nigga fuck your baby momma, I ain't want the bitch Thought I locked her in but double pump faked on the bitch Hell Gang ain't the gang you should go against Double check the door, he just making sure it's appropriate Lately I've been going heavy on these opiates Nowadays God watchin' niggas you be smokin' with [Hook] Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred Cold gunner, another cold summer Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred A whole hundred, whole hundred Carry the thing lookin' like it hold a whole hundred