歌詞
(Liam N on the Track)
Hop out the whip and its cold
Cold, Cold, Cold!
Cold as the wind, Cold as it blows
All these taxes I'm tryna evade, Don't call me no more to hit no ace of spades
You know that its cold when the car don't start
Might have to take that bitch fully apart
You know that its fire with Liam N on the beat at least he's doing something and not beating his meat
Shiesty on in the stu I feel like Yeat
I'm in the Stu with Dawson P
He wanted me to rap, He wanted a feat
I'm in the bed with a freak in the sheets
Wait no I'm not I haven't seen a girl in weeks
I know a few guys who're tryna sell crack but none are as good as Mr Dax
She said she want a gram i sent her to Dax
They diss on the gram she tryna come flex
I'm tryna rap this shit is complex
I'm fuckin yo bitch this dick is a hex
I'm on my way up you know that I'm next
The stu is a lab just like Johnny Test
(Wake Up Filthy)
I'm touching these kid like I'm Taylor Hood
She suck on my meat, She say it taste good
I'm from the suburbs bitch not from the hood (WE NOT FROM THE HOOD)
My dick really small, it goes wiggle wiggle
That bitch ass fat she finna make it jiggle
This beat so fire produced by Lil Niggle!
Dawson can't rap so I'm back on the beat
The only thing I beat, Is my fucking meat!
The only place I fuck is on Lil Niggles sheets
Written by: Dawson Penman, Liam Newell
