COLD SUMMER

gonna be a cold summer beat the beat like a drummer layin pipe I'ma plumber I can do a number spit fire but it's cold hustle so I sold paper gotta fold I stay sharp they dole spit hot cold summer mo cash make a stunna 5 dubs make a hunna Harry n Loyd I go dummer they look they recognize they lame like second tries praying to the heavin skies see'n us like the dead rise moneys motivation hit u notification see me no observation so no correlation keep gunnin automatic they always follow my status type of flow sounds dramatic test me then it's tragic my flows aren't discovered cut dope in the cupboard throw yo set rep colored my tortillas like em buttered big things in small package beat the pussy I'ma damage hate to love I'ma Savage get tossed like a salad keep it one hund-red she give dumb head there message unread blood shed dey want us dead