Cold Summer Lyrics

This summer it's gone be a cold summer, man I Stamp that

Any niggas shoot off that corner, they get left at

Want me to pay for that pussy, shouldn't have said that

Ight, all these bitches ain't shit but a red flag

Hop out the whip and get the aiming where your head at

Had to come to the crib like it's fedex

Your bitch wanna fuck me, who you mad at

Ain't beefin' about that, that's somethin' that I laugh at

I got somethin' for the team, you can have that

Fuck a nigga in your pockets, let me grab that

Ight if you don't give it to me I'm just gon' take it

I say give it here, I take it, punch him down dababy

On the road goin' about a hundred, thinkin' God had saved me

They know where I stand, that side ain't changed

These niggas really can't shoot, look how they aiming

Yeah, you that stupid

James broke up with that girl, now they back to it

Ight huh put a bag on it

That nigga got that pussy and bragged on it

223 you can't run from these ask that last Nîgga

Into that day that nigga is known a clown

All these rats up in my city is makin' me drown

I can talk about that story, that life in the pound

It's so much hate, they try bring you down

Anything they used to say, they ain't sayin' it now

Ight huh I need a manager

You tell me you text that hoe, but you can't handle him

I'm like stop with all that cheating, bruh, you gon' damage him

Oh, now she tryna thug, and now you mad at her

Man, that's what I'm sayin

Hop out the car, GTA, and get to sprayin

Down up in the four, is where the body's gon' be layin

That nigga doin' all that textin', I got somethin' takin' off a hand

Bullets hit your shit, leave it flat like a pan

Roll me up a opp, and then I smoke him, he a strand

Fuck any nigga got a problem with the East, and I'm just sayin

Hop out, let it blow, and hit your mans

Ahhh ahh ah yeah, I meant that

Bro throwed me the pack, and watch I kick that

Nigga, like I'm Bruce Lee

Taking Candy from a baby, niggas too sweet

It's just me and bro Ouside with that fye , comin' too deep on the E

Bout 400 shots, it's only to peep

We the one that come through, what did you see

Found out, it's a new opp, so I went and bought a new heat

Niggas mad on the E, it ain't no changin

This a new me, I don't know a nigga that could've did better

Turn up Drew Brees, on the E, free EBC

Till it's backwards, huh

Get off my nigga dick, why you laugh

On the E, that bitch wanna fuck me, but I'm passin

On the E, leave that boy shit bag like he fasten

On Eastside, on Eastside it's gone be a cold summer

Nîgga better put on a fucking jacket

Niggas it's 100 the fucking degrees

And my heat add more heat

This summer it's gone be a cold summer, man I stamp that

Any niggas shoot off that corner, they get left at

Want me to pay for that pussy, shouldn't have said that

It's gone be a Cold Summer