Its so cold in this room

Balcony see the view

I'm on top of the queue

No more waiting on you

So many colors, bitch I see the hue

I'm in and out through

Promise me you be true

Caught me with a noose

Caught me with a knock

Ain't no time on the clock

Yeah you finna get popped

Yeah you finna get dropped

Like a **** getting sturdy

I'm in a hole

Don't move, bitch I'm clutching

My stick out of Russia

It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room

cold in this room, its so cold in this room

Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room

cold in this room its so cold in this room

I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom, shots they go boom

**** getting physical? Popped like balloon, popped like balloon

Popped like balloon

First day out

Imma free man

Got me plan

Fly to the coast

That's what I'm supposed

All of this music I sat and composed

You take down you throat

Goss with the growth

Wealthy with the gross

These **** don't know

ICKY with the crows

ICKY with the ghost

ICKY cross the world yeah ICKY do the most

And the whole world knows

Got it, it sits in the palm of hand

I'm on the top and I plan to keep stand

Making these moves bitch I plan to expand

You on my tip **** hop off my dick

Sorry so vulgar, but I bet you know now it

Stopped eating off me bet you feeling malnourished

You still on my tip lemme go ahead and finish

With my name in yo mouth

No you don't like the image

Came from the south

Bitch you know I mean business

Caught him in the sight, yeah I caught his ass slipping

Caught him in a clip, now it's time start flipping

Money ain't a drought bitch it spread like it's so pretty

It's feeling real frosty

You must've turned yo song on

**** get it no swans

Only canaries, (only canaries **** get it? no swans only canaries?)

Yeah, yeah

It's so cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room

Cold in this room, its so cold in this room

Cold in this room, cold in this room, cold in this room

Cold in this room its so cold in this room

I'm feeling cynical, shots they go boom

**** getting physical? Popped like balloon

Bitch I hit critical, you ain't gone move

My shit be whimsical, made yo shit poof

My streams they be mythical, they trough the roof

Y'all know I'm that **** man, no need for proof

Fresh out the city man, got nun to prove

Sipping Pink Whitney, my bitch disapprove

Gotta new project gotta new slate

Fuck bout a prospect, I'm better than great

Listen to my dialect, crystal clear, straight