40 Degrees

Getting P's, now I'm all up in her feelings
With the bros, getting loud sipping lean
On the M way doing 60, now we beaming
Now they preeing us all up on there screens
Too much drip, making puddles under my feet
All these bags, cashing out, overseas
Yeah my wrists still frozen, and it's 40 degrees
Hmm Hmm, and its 40 degrees

I'ma come into this game, and do it right
All these sleepless days, we stay grinding every night
Peng ting from south, let's take it for a ride
One day with me, got her moving so alive
Everyday got it feeling like the weekend
Would love to see the people who ever doubted me
Didn't see the vision nah they were sleeping
Now I got them woke, come check my fee
Baking this bread, for my family
Making my dreams become reality
Need to make this Mulla, need make it on repeat
Its mad how only last year they were leaving me on seen
Now we splashing out 2 for a stoney
Fake bruddas acting like they know me
You are not my G, you are not my broski
Stop playing with me fam, I'm not Sony

Getting P's, now I'm all up in her feelings
With the bros, getting loud sipping lean
On the M way doing 60, now we beaming
Now they preeing us all up on there screens
Too much drip, making puddles under my feet
All these bags, cashing out, overseas
Yeah my wrists still frozen, and it's 40 degrees
Hmm hmm, and its 40 degrees

Say I'm hot got you feeling like it's 50 degrees
Now she wanna come check the recipt
Yeah b I got the ting set on repeat
Don't be begging it just 'fore I leave
Say I'm whippin' it in a Range Rover
Belling' up my phone so I wonder what they want from me
D-block the bag got a feeling to brag
Reload my song like it was a mag
Lil' wavey don, keep my under your durag
Stuck in your head
Locked up
No Gulag
Already seen her now you can't see me
'member everyone had love for this Kiki
Now it's all Kish Keez
Never alone large rackz with me
Sleep on bands like the price and the p'

Getting P's, now I'm all up in her feelings
With the bros, getting loud sipping lean
On the M way doing 60, now we beaming
Now they preeing us all up on there screens
Too much drip, making puddles under my feet
All these bags, cashing out, overseas
Yeah my wrists still frozen, and it's 40 degrees
Hmm Hmm, and its 40 degrees



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Writer(s): Rajan Pal
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