Cold Summer

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