Cold Summer Jdot Breezy

[Chorus]
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
Bitch im hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
(2x)

[Verse 1]
Whole lot of guns we got drums that shit out the chop
Hell nah i don't want the K if that bitch come with a stock
Im tryna hold you by my hip an just let that bitch pop
Swing this bitch round n round like im working the pot
I grew up around violence i don't know how to stop
I won't let a nigga kill me im not Biggie or Pac
Got the drop on the opps im just patiently watching
If i dont come and get you best believe its going to be Jaq
Ever since i lost Ralo i been ready to crash
I catch a nigga out of bounds put this mop on your ass
223's like to travel so you better think fast
Crackers come im fast and furious im doing the dash

[Chorus]
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving chopper cleaned him we done tripled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
Bitch im hungry for the beef shit where the cancer we want smoke
(2x)