Cold Outside

It’s getting cold outside and foe and them still tryna make shit bleed

Every pole outside bitch you know I love to see them G’s

We got hoes in line and they tryna help us stuff shit with this heat

Plus we roll in silence pussy boy we pluck you if you speak

We shoot shit on purpose buddy nervous yeah I just got that drop

Fell in love with murders I be splurging yeah I just got that Glock

Hell yeah we up for certain you ain’t heard lil bitch we popping tops

He did what on Bergen super ass hopped out dropped the rock

Switchy in my backpack gon head and try me cuz

Bro put 50 in his dad cap turn bro to zombie cuz

 

And when that fully hit him he had flashbacks fucked his designer up

Bro ain’t no rookie really shoot like mad Mac tryna spot and drop a thug

I walk through New York real comfortable

Boy you know I ain’t ducking you

They steady saying that they on the hunt for who

Boy you know imma dump it too

Toting a trumpet and a fucking flute

Walk down bet I dump at your crew

Opps getting left all up under the shoe

And we stomping on shit better yet it’s a boot

It’s getting cold outside and foe and them still tryna make shit bleed

Every pole outside bitch you know I love to see them G’s

We got hoes in line tryna help us stuff shit with this heat

& bitch we roll in silence pussy boy we pluck you if you speak

It’s getting cold outside like Zay said foe and them still got on the ski’s

It’s my favorite time I see a opp you know I got to squeeze

AR with me in that v and he ain’t never gon shoot from deep

When we driving down the hill hop out the v troupe on ya feet

Cops coming switch the v end up in Jersey call BBG

That’s an opp right there be pass me the knock imma take off my mask so you know it’s me

Bow, Bow and we still in at scat

Heard a opp threw shots so we doubling back

I really live what I say in my raps

So if I get him dead I ain’t coming back

But fuck that I’m doing the race

Imma be living from state to state

They ain’t gon catch me I’m getting away

Still cracking the 4’s and I’m dropping the rakes

But fuck that I’m doing the race

Imma be living from state to state

They ain’t gon catch me I’m getting away

Still cracking the 4’s and I’m dropping the rakes

It’s getting cold outside and foe and them still tryna make shit bleed

Every pole outside bitch you know i love to see dem G’s

We got hoes in line tryna help us stuff shit wit this heat

& bitch we roll in silence pussy boy we pluck you if you speak.