Young Jeezy - Cold Summer lyrics

[Jeezy:] Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon’ ask you question, b**h you better not tell I’m ’bout to A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey, how you comin’ down? Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer Got it snowin’ in the city I’m bout to change the weather So many birdies in this b**h, thought I was seen feathers So many pussies hating on me, I just want the love Hottest n***as in the city me and Mr. Rug Young n***as paper’d up that’s straight from water whippin’ Hey, between me and you the wrong trippin’ Two 50 in my pocket, I’m a walking lick Went crazy at the lot b**h I’m a lunatic My n***a Blu got secrets he will never tell Free Bale, yeah you know he see me with the scale Indicator like I’m Mike, I’m f**ing around with Jody One time for raw, seen it at my f**ing wardie One time for Ross go tell ’em free the goat Tell him in the 305, b**h I’m in on a boat Got a 100 in my pocket, Free T. White [?] on wheels and they all white Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon’ ask you question, b**h you better not tell I’m ’bout to A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey, how you comin’ down? Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer [Tee Grizzley:] Hit that cookie money on my Oakland sh** 40 on a n***a I blow this b**h When I shoot I don’t miss or I net that b**h f** her quick on the first night, I barely met that b**h Too much money on me, bring that firepower Knife on the chopper they think that Michael Myers got ’em The rap fold I’ma go platinum still Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills I’m from Detroit, baby that’s a wild city Hop on to that block party give the crowd 50 Aye Dex, when I hear that huh I know I hit it I still f** with Paid Will, Dada winnin’ Pay and Peezy let’s come together this our city Jeezy in the A, you f** with Meech that’s our n***a Rest in Peace to Great Lake Ruler Darnell Lindsay Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyard Grizzley [Jeezy:] Go drop the top, you can feel the breeze 30 in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze It just touched down all you gotta do is sell And if they gon’ ask you question, b**h you better not tell I’m ’bout to A couple bad tens and they all light skinned Hey, how you comin’ down? Might be a chinchilla, it gon’ be a cold summer