Cold June

By Fukkit

On Smithy

Released on April 20, 2019

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[Intro]

Uh, yeah


[Verse]

Like a tight pussy, mad that I came quick

And it was a squeeze 'cause my fat dick don't fit

I let the walls bust through while it soak, drip by drip

And keep a .38 up on the hip

Pimps and thugs, I send love cliques with guns

Pistols, slugs, and sell drugs, sit with none

We got, lots of time, and shit we could

We might as well so lets be gone, uh

Poverty rampant, slums not abandoned

Wage war, politicians come and demand it

Feel soil, eyes dirty from sleepin' in mud

I speak crud, man, I live in it, don't budge

Break and crumble I don't, we live hard

I feel nothin' but hard times, that's just life

Stick it and move, gotta get with the groove

Only one rule in the jungle: that's no rules

You runnin' out of breath in the run of a cold June

Sleepin' with paranoia, fuckin' you so good

It keep coming back for a second

One time, I had to duck from shots during breakfast

This one time, a group of niggas snatched on my necklace

I had to jump out the whip with a tool like mechanics

Almost made the daily news, just made it home before 7

Heard that they been robbin' on the local 7-Eleven

Pray they never hit the corner block where my cousin livin'

Drivin' down the block, there's more danger than speed limits and cross walks

When you cross the rocks, men will turn into armed guards

Protectin' the turf, Berettas alert

They pop a pussy just for pressin' his shirt

If you wanna talk to me, you need full permission

Disclosure, no closure

They dyin' like some dogs on the sofa

I need to say it once

Love to tell you "I told ya"

You pussy niggas never make it out when its over

I feel closed but closer looked life over

You feel chosen hope so be my soldier

Give life, watch over sleep, that coma

And then die, receipts for me, my commas

I love that to spend, I claim my checks

You love death I guess and pay my rent

We raise taxes, shit, well suck my dick

I fuck poor for breakfast, thats my sitch

I love Franklin, Grant, and Washington

You don't know my thing, I don't know them


[Chorus]

I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here

I really wanna know how shit gon’ end this year

I spend more in debt, I take yours quick

Who would of thought America would end like this?

I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here

I really wanna know how shit gon’ end this year

I spend more in debt, I take yours quick

Who would of thought America would end like this?


[Outro]

I fuck you, fuck them, fuck all this here

I really wanna know how shit gon’ end this year

Fukkit, pussy (Fukkit, pussy)