Cold

It's getting cold
I'm ready for winter
Cleezy yo bubble
Subi yo denim
I pray to god
I know I been sinning
Can't wait for the summer
I coming out winning
No stress
In motion
Top shelf
I roll it
Tell em keep it a hunnit
No hoe shit
Pulled up on a wave I been coasting

Only thing change
Date and the days
Always on my hustle
I'm stuck in my ways
I had to go through a phase
I'm on a whole other page
I been rolling propane
I'm ready for winter
Pop out putting tracks
In the blender
What source can I render
Cold nights I remember
I been a contender
I grew up wit sinners
All tryna be winners
If you wasn't there
You never will get us
I won't ever talk down for
Some pussy
She still was gon give you
That cookie
Y'all out here stepping like
A rookie
Fill a back wood
With the zookies
Get my mind right
For that lime light
When time right
Let the bomb strike
Everything getting cooked
Fried rice
Get you anything
For right price
Take the chances



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Whetsell
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