YungSouldja - Cold Summer

Remember Bezzle had that mink in July, Fur dope colors
Man that was a cold summer
All my Gs really down, no we gon' come up
Show 'em how it gets done up
Niggas think we playing brain games like they so funnier
Until a young nigga goes dumber
I'm still with the Gs, on My Gs tell them dont run up
Like bad kids no we gon' cut up
Spaz with the grip, hot flash with the quick spit
Master of the whip, dip, grab in on her hips
Its madness how I get, I can snap at any moment
Strapped in like I'm Twork, see no comp in my opponents
What you want man know we on it
Still Don Corleone'n
Viscous with it and a poet
Bar killer and he stoic
Sauce baby, so heroic
If I said it know i wrote it
And i thought it, solo'd it
Take notice, I N.O. it
They ain't know it, how'd I know it
Psychic with da' vision I watch 'em split like incision
Whenever we hit the buildings we bomb like Hiroshima
Atomic and they ain't get it
My mama said I'm the realest
My daddy no longer living
His Jr. Is finna pivot, hit the fade on the whistle
I dont play I'm official
Bezzel know it's off the gristle
Free JENKS know we miss him
Tree got me reminiscing on a time way different
Cold summer, Hot Nigga
Man, Bezzle had that mink in July, Fur dope colors
Man damn that was a cold summer
All my Gs really down, no we gon' come up
Show 'em how it gets done up
Niggas think we playing brain games like they so funnier
Until a young nigga goes dumber
I'm still with the Gs, on My Gs tell them dont run up
Like bad kids no we gon' cut up

Written by:
Anthony Green

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