Cold Summer Soulja Boy

[Hook x2]
In the street's it's getting hot
And the youths dem a get so cold
Searching for food for the pot
They'll do anything to fill that gap

[Verse 1]
The most lyrical comprehensional Soulja Boy Tell'Em I'm three dimensional
My swagger's off the fucking chain
I am not no fucking lame
Off the top of my fucking brain
I go hard on this track mane
Soulja Tell'Em mane, my motherfucking wrist same color as a damn taxi
Nigga don't ask me or grab me, harass me
You fuck niggas flash me, your task bitch
Soulja Tell'Em I'm back on the track again (track again)
What's hannenin (what's hannenin)
What's hannenin what's hannenin what's popping and what's stopping him
What's stopping him? Nothing
Cause I'm on deck like your motherfucking bitch on my dick
With her lips and she sucking sucking suck and suck I bust (bow)
Bow
Soulja Boy Tell'Em make you bust now
I'm on deck
And you already know that my chain look just like snow