Mozzy - Cold Summer lyrics

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Mozzy - Cold Summer lyrics

[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 f** the homie b**h bruh Real n***a, that's the only thing I told the b**h Used to swerve stolen whips Now we in the only whips Pink slip, ownership Lately I've been on my sh** How we 'posed to call you big bruh and you ain't showed the sh** Hit for 20 P's and you ain't throw the little homie sh** Self incrimination for you statement, shouldn't of told 'em sh** Sleepin' in that pissy a** home, tank cold as sh** Food hella cold and sh** Ain't no hangin' on the fence n***as really die behind this politics you up against Food hella cold and sh** Ain't no bangin' on the fence n***as really die behind this gangsta sh** 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 n***a Skeme like "where you at?" Them n***as in Oklahoma got pure Act' On top of that I got a couple of them drillin' with me Pray for k**er City, that's the iller city I f** 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 b**h up if they don't let and my n***as in it n***a f** your baby momma, I ain't want the b**h Thought I locked her in but double pump faked on the b**h 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' n***as 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