Chris Crooks - Cold Summer Lyrics

Ain't no pussy on my rep, boy don't disrespect it
Keep campaigning like you want it you gon' get elected
Every problem like a egg, we eat that shit for breakfast
Quick to solve any problem, boy we well connected

We was drinking at Rusconis and she start undressing
I ain't Usher you ain't Chili we can't do confessions
I knew I was that nigga when Geezy had the Lexus
Now I barely answer texts my energy precious
God gave me such a gift so I gotta get tested
Boy I used to hate myself and hate my blessing
Don't be tryna get close to me if you not invested
I got family on my shoulders and it got me stressing
I love you to the moon and back, you know you my crescent

Tryna get that blue in my pocket just like Evisu
Never get too close to a nigga who think he need you
Boy just keep cool if you don't chill out we gone freeze you
Do it for 4 my people
But I don't wanna feed you

Think I need a drink to take the edge off
Blowing cookie in the air, I got a kush cough
What I look like taking orders I'ma whole boss!

You know it's a Cold Summer
We some Road Runners
Running in and out the house we got the door jumpin
You know all these niggaz hate us but the hoes love us
Couldn't pick between the two so now they bothhhh coming

We was on the metro we never drove nothing
Had these hoes by the locker writing phone numbers
She wanna give me everything but I don't want nothing
All my niggaz getting money tryna ownnnnn something

We was doing Diadoras, boy you can't afford em
Bet my money on myself I feel like Michael jordan
I had hoes on my dick when I was talking cordless
Solid foundation nigga we done built a fortress
Look in the mirror in the morning and I love the portrait
Backseat I'm smoking flowers and we rolling orchids
I don't hold no grudges
Shrug my shoulders, f*ck it
They hating on the gram
These Niggaz really fans
Don't show my picture to yo bitch and try to say we friends
I'm running circles round these niggaz like they don't exist
Get that pen and that notepad we giving game hoe
All I'm tryna do is hustle up a Range Rover

You know it's a Cold Summer
We some Road Runners
Running in and out the house we got the door jumpin
You know all these niggaz hate us but the hoes love us
Couldn't pick between the two so now they bothhhh coming

We was on the metro we never drove nothing
Had these hoes by the locker writing phone numbers
She wanna give me everything but I don't want nothing
All my niggaz getting money tryna ownnnnn something

Well connected and respected and they still hating!
My living room was shitty too, I really feel Dayton!
I was on 7-5, I was with the Sheff!
We hit Fresh Way then Chill crib was on the left
We was rolling up, played some good music
Now we so influenced, and it's so fluent