Текст песни Cold Summer - Jdot Breezy

Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled 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
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
Bitch im hungry for the beef
Shit we want cancer where the smoke

Whole lot of guns
We got drums that shit out of the chop
Hell nah i dont 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 an round like im working the pot
I grew up around violence i dont know how to stop
I wont let a nigga kill me im not biggie or pac
Got the drop on the opps im just patiently watching
If i dont come an get you best believe its going to be Jaq
Ever since i lost Ralo bitch im 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

Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled 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
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
Bitch im hungry for the beef
Shit we want cancer where the smoke

Its lil Jdot Mr make it happen and im smoking dead niggas
Steadily dissing on lil dot but im the one that's breaking bread with u
Opps was on your ass you aint have a gun bitch you was scared nigga
Now your ass a opp i guess i gotta let this led hit him
223's it put him asleep now its just deceased
Aint no running bitch on ralo swear im hawking shit on feet
If its beef nigga we can meet or I'll be down the street
Keep it G bitch we about that drama leave it in the streets
Dont tell them hoes keep your mouth closed dont take it to the feds
Bitch you dissing but aint with it you gonna catch one to the head
You a gangsta and got braces tell me who the fuck you scaring
Always wanna call your mama shoot that hoe right in the head

Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled 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
Bitch pick your mans up we left him on the floor
Left him grieving
Chopper cleaned him
We done trippled up the score
I call this bitch mop stick you sweep the block i mop the floor
Bitch im hungry for the beef
Shit we want cancer where the smoke

You know we smoke dead niggas... Baby Ralo in this bitch
You know Jaq in the cut
I got a new driver