Cold Summer

By Jeezy

On PRESSURE

Released on October 26, 2017

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[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