Cold Summer - Larry June

Hey, hand me that lighter

Alright, yeah

On my way to Costa Mesa (Costa Mesa)

Trunk full of heels (Heels), pocket full of Franklins (Franklins)

Stay for a week, after that, hit San Diego (San Diego)

Man, another day, another quaalude (Sock it to me)

Ridin' by my lonely (To the neck)

'Cause one thing I don’t need is more fake homies (Groovy)

A flight to Miami (Yeah, baby)

Touched my first ten thousand in Miami, understand me?

Why you think I like mojitos?

(Man)

Flight to Puerto Rico (For real)

It was me and Wayne, no matter what, that’s my bro-bro (I love you)

Times got hard, bagged it up and then we sold those (Yeah)

K-9s hit the train, I’m thankful they didn’t find those (Thank you so much)

They lookin' down on me (Yeah, they lookin' down on me)

My son three months, I turned to that fast money (Damn)

30 days in the rental (The rental)

Reno, Tahoe, L.A., let’s get it (Yeah)

Then hit the tri-city (Tri-city)

Man, Jersey, Philly, D.C., she with it

It was nothin' like that feelin' (That feelin', swear to God)

Two-piece at 19, sent the uh on the doubles

Now we out in Santa Cruz (Santa Cruz)

Order some pancakes from Denny’s (Man)

Baby bustin' a move

Five hunnid, that’s cool (Good job)

Your first car, that’s smooth (Yeah, baby)

I really came from nothin' so I’m humble with it

Make the right move, don’t stumble with it (Stumble)

Life get crazy, I just rumble with it (Rumble)

I ain’t goin' out like a bitch, I want it, I’ma get it

I ain’t stressed out by a chick, it’s way too many

Yeah

For real, nigga

Cold summer

Check it out

Cold summer

It’s way too many

Man, yeah

Cold summer (Now y’all feel my pain)

Cold summer

Uh, groovy, yeah baby

Uh, you’re doin' good

Numbers, uh, groovy, man

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy