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