Cold Summer Lyrics

Ay

Ay

Picture me now

With a thick hoe who don't wanna go, but I had to put that bitch out

Yeah she had to go

I don't want no smoke

I don't wanna go

Been sipping on drank, I might overdose

It's blood on my coat, but that's from my nose

It's cold in the summer with all of this snow

Shit, but how do you cope

I could do karate and just stay afloat

Instead I like molly and white county hoes

What do you know

Brady he just like his folks

Lying like he tired though

I'm just a joke

But you can't play with me though

I cut a smile on your throat

Ya

I put the D in hoes.

Polo jockey on my coat

Boy I'm still 100 though like Arizona

I be blowing on gas I won't blow it

Baby if I'm off the Xan's don't approach me

Baby if you gotta man that ain't adultery

Baby if you wanna dance we gon salsa

Ay ya

And shit I'm coldest

While I'm the hottest lil bitch I'm the toaster

Cause I get bread

Promise you ain't seen nothing like this here

Fuck what they thinking we running this year

And next year

Oh hell yeah we use to be kin

Now I wish I never seen the pussy boy again

Now I wish I killed him on that track back then ya

Only love round here

Where the drugs round here

I guess I go and hit the club

Where a bitch gon show me love

Nose ring like Pac Ima Thug

Brady don’t show no remorse

Brady out here on tour with his boys

Brady might hit the awards

Kodak moment Ima need a polaroid

Fuck me good I might tell all my boys

Bring your friends you can bring a few girls

Swinging here like a nigga gon buck

Film the shit like I don’t give a fuck

Beat it good she left cum on my nuts

Then she licked it off then she ate it all up

Damn I'm feeling good, I might hit the Doug

Don't even dance but I'll 2 step in her

Ya Ya

Picture Me Now

With a thick hoe who don't wanna go, but I had to put that bitch out

Yeah she had to go

I don't want no smoke

I don't wanna go

Been sipping on drank, damn

It's blood on my coat but that's from my nose

It's cold in the summer with all of the snow

I need Benjis

No 5 tens or tens or twenties

I need blue cheese like Santa but no milk and no cookies.

I need good weed and fashion to make my lyric more radder

And she got thick thighs, ass fatter than a horse I might settle

Get a Brady they do it better

Fly as fuck I'm propelling

D Fresh got a lethal weapon

Donald Glover Atlanta

Might just drive out to Atlanta put some miles on the Camry

And that girl act just like a Camry, said she been through the family

Wait

That mean she hand me downs, and I just might wear it

And still trying hard Cali bound and Cory we did it

He made the beat and I go Bobby Brown and smash all these hits

And crack kills but if you turn around I might just inhale it

Damn