Cold Summer

Lyrics

[Intro: Jeezy & Tee Grizzley] Yeah This for all the real niggas, man, you know Woo, yeah (It's gon' be a cold summer) Haha, yeah, woo, uh [Chorus: Jeezy] Go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze Thirty in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze They just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em And they gon' ask you questions, but you better not tell 'em Hey, I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm bought in like ten A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned "Hey, how you comin' down?" In a rose gold Hummer Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer [Verse 1: Jeezy] Got it snowin' in the city, I'm 'bout to change the weather So many birdies in this bitch, thought I was seein' feathers So many pussies hatin' on me, I just want the love Hottest niggas in the city, me and Mr. Rugs Them young niggas paper'd up, that's straight from water whippin' Hey, between me and you, I think the water trippin' Two-fifty in my pocket, I'm a walking lick Went crazy at the lot, bitch, I'm a lunatic My nigga Bleu got secrets he will never tell Free Bale, yeah, you know he see me with the scale Indicator like I'm Mike, I'm fucking 'round with Jody One time for Raw Cena, that my fucking whodie One time for Ross, go tell 'em free the G.O.A.T Catch me in the 305, bitch, I'm on a boat Got a hundred in my pocket, Free T. White Two mill' on wheels and they all white [Chorus: Jeezy & Tee Grizzley] Go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze Thirty in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze They just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em And they gon' ask you questions, but you better not tell 'em Hey, I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm bought in like ten A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned Ayy, bruh, pull up, what you in? In a rose gold Hummer Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley] Get-get that cookie money, on my Oakland shit Forty on a nigga, I'll blow this bitch When I shoot, I don't miss, all net that bitch Fuck her quick on the first night, I barely met that bitch (What's your name again?) Too much money on me, bring that firepower (Bring that stick) Knife on that chopper, they think Michael Myers got 'em (Grrah) The rap fold, I'ma go platinum still 'Cause I put my deal money in the blow, crack and pills (In the blow, crack and pills) I'm from Detroit, baby, this a wild city (The D) Hop on at your block party and give that crowd fifty (Brr) Ayy, Dex, when I hear that, "Huh," I know I hit him (I know I hit his ass) I still fuck with Paid Will, Dada winnin' (What's up?) Peezy and Pay, let's come together, this our city Jeezy in the A, he fuck with Meech, that's our nigga Rest in Peace to Great Lake ruler Darnell Lindsay (Blade) Still hit the kitchen to whip, Chef Boyar-Grizzley Detroit [Chorus: Jeezy] Go and drop the top, you can feel the breeze Thirty in the Glock, all you gotta do is squeeze They just touched down, all you gotta do is sell 'em And they gon' ask you questions, but you better not tell 'em Hey, I'm 'bout to fuck it up, I'm bought in like ten A couple bad tings and they all light-skinned "Hey, how you comin' down?" In a rose gold Hummer Wife beater chinchilla, it gon' be a cold summer