Air Max 90s

I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s

Wavey guy and I feel real fly
If the trainer's black then the socks are white
I'm just aiming for plaques, they won stop that guy
But I'm not that kind you can't stop my grind
I'm hazing it mad, and my pot ain't dry
Waving it bad, it still a hot vibe
Still on sight to the money, it's nice
And you do you cuz I'm living my life
I'm acey, No girl can change me
Too pacey with this life, im crazy
On a daily I'm overly waveyy
You can't roll tru Ur way too snakey
Get real hazey, green and bakey
It don't phase me cuz I swerve like an A3
Living so wild eveydays so rainy
I just need dough, I don't need amy
I don't need love, I just need uck
I'm north then south like a 1 tonne truck
If you don't like me then I don't give a fuck
I feel more bruk every pound that I chuck
I smoke spliffs of the greenest colours so when I wake up I don't need no cup
When you're raised me like you don't need no luck
So the only way I'm going is up
If I see feds then I'll run like an athlete
Apache with the words, I'm gassy
No lassie, stardawg in the backseat
Why this B get overly wassy
Run to the money so fast Bugatti
If I'm doing up money then I'm flipping some cali
Don't do bally on the roads or pally
You don't do you, you just do ur gyaly
I live life, I ain't telling my story
But I want more in this life than Porsche seats
Everything eerie but it bore me
Brederins tryna vibe and assure me
Sliding to girls, yeah it's slightly so corny
Sometimes I say hi, they ignore me
Sometimes I say, they horny
Get on a vibe so it's nice like...

I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Yeah I'm cool and icey

Eyes glazed over, I'm never sober
Bare snakes in my life like a cobra
Dashed away far like I had a motor
Now I'm on a rise like baking soda
Life's straight kosher, sometimes stressed out
Feels the weight of the world on my shoulders
My life's been colder, I try do my best now
Tryna score these goals like Roma
Go home and I smoke 3 grams
I dont why, this wasnt the plan
Then I write few bars on my pad like damn
I'm the man make a song in a bang
You wanna cuss me and put on your gloves
You don't put in the work, your gloves aint dusty
You aint ran no more snow than a husky
There's no need to act bad, trust me
You will get bunned like a hot cross bun
I keep spreading my bread like butter
Come round here with fake air force ones
Are u dumb? Best left in the gutter
If I'm beating a gyal then I best use rubber
If I see feds twice then I best do a runner
If I don't it's curtains, paranoid person
Try run up on me then you ain't my bruddah
Wanna be rich, I don't wanna pension
Step in the room wearing saucey colours
I just grind out the weed, mix it with a benson
Then I make a real gorgeous supper
Done man wrong did I mention
But none of them ain't my brothers
Still I was raised with good intentions
So all I can say is thank you mother

I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Yeah I'm cool and icey
I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
I'm way too cold, icey
Im cold and I rep that nicely
Im cool and fiesty
Run up in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Run in the rave in my air max 90s
Yeah I'm cool and icey