Cold

When I pull up hop in the car, we ain't doing shit

We ain't going far, we just here

I'm that W with a fucking A and a Double L and a fucking S

And I'm here

It's a light show in the back

Sound booming through the speakers while I count up them racks

Due to the past, sympathy is trait that I lack

May not really wanna hear it but shit I'm really like that

Mane matter fact

I may just spazz out on the track

I'm hitting the gas, I'm shooting back like right through ya hat

These checks fat, my thumbs hurt from counting up these stacks

Think you got money ain't nobody worried bout that lil scat

Don't get me started

My heart so guarded

Don't make me part it

You know I'm on it

Keep it 100

I'm so confused

Why you acting like an activist

This shit ain't no accident

If I'm here to target you, I'm taking out yo cabinet

I guess I will participate I got mouths to feed

But I could feed them other niggas too and watch em bleed

I mean I could really get away with it too possibly

Don't be popping off you really fucking with the prophecy

Ain't really got no time to sit here beefing with em

Come walk a mile in my shoes, you pussy lil nigga

The winter storm is getting so close

Can you survive when it turn cold

Ain't really got no time to sit here beefing with em

Come walk a mile in my shoes, you pussy lil nigga

The winter storm is getting so close

Can you survive when it turn cold

When I'm all alone I still feel the fire and ashes

That shit still burning my fingers man it's so satanic

I'll never be the one to fold up when I'm so dynamic

I promise I will never fucking panic

I'm so fancy, don't like antics

They like dammit I know

You niggas must be cramping

You not standing, only demanding

You a joke

I don't want to detonate but I'm feeling cold blooded

One time is all it fucking take for lame niggas just to get lucky