Cold Summer Mozzy

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[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 fuck the homie bitch bruh
Real nigga, that's the only thing I told the bitch
Used to swerve stolen whips
Now we in the only whips
Pink slip, ownership
Lately I've been on my shit
How we 'posed to call you big bruh and you ain't showed the shit
Hit for 20 P's and you ain't throw the little homie shit
Self incrimination for you statement, shouldn't of told 'em shit
Sleepin' in that pissy ass home, tank cold as shit
Food hella cold and shit
Ain't no hangin' on the fence
Niggas really die behind this politics you up against
Food hella cold and shit
Ain't no bangin' on the fence
Niggas really die behind this gangsta shit you up against
Polluted oxygen, lookin' for the opposite
Slidin' to the esophagus, knockin' at your occupants