Cold Steppa

Cold Steppa
swag, swag
swag, swag, swag, swag
Tell that boy "Go 'head and get it."
Ha, Chi-Chi!
Autrinetta

Hold up! Wait a minute! Freeze time when it's passing.
The film cut the scene, and I'm back with the action.
Drove the whip and steady drift and crashed it.
Relapsed in the flash, (then you asked me "what happened?")
Hold the pic, that post will need a caption.
A flow this sick will catch a cold, heart attack, and
your nose will drip like it was gold in Alaskan.
I stole your chick, you ain't notice it.
Then, I froze my wrist like snow caps in the mountain.
Drip gold like a fountain.
See, I came from the dirt. Sow my seeds in the ground, and now
I got money trees sprouting.
Each branch holds a fruit of at least a thousand bucks.
Harvest the cash and it keeps on counting up.
Garden of Eden, my city plowing up.
The fruits of the spirit grew from a flower bud.
Rose gold blossom with some karats in it
embedded on a watch with the frames tinted.
All my niggas really dreamed for this
since we were kids.
Talking about how everybody wanna wear designer swag
cuz we hold pride in the price tag.
Ain't no ghetto nigga got that type of cash
to buy GUCCI, Louis, PRADA, any GAP Outliner Bag.
I'd rather buy a meal ticket.
Split it with intentions to hide in my stash.
High-speed data T-Mobile Fast.
4Gs on my wheels, rolling past
all my homies who were really good in the hood
but were never taught to know what's bad.
When their life flashed,
seen it on the screen like Chromecast.
Should've known that.

And in case you didn't know, (you didn't know)
my drip too sick. This ain't no type of common cold. (no common cold)
I never miss. I hit my target, that's for sure. (bullseye)
I could take yo chick, but I would rather get my own.

Hmmm
I'm a Cold Steppa. (yeah, yeah)
I might slide through yo hood like it's no pressure.
Got M's in the bank like woah. (yeah)
Don't care what you think no more. (swag)
Reserves in the tank on the low. (swag)
But I still gotta get on go! (swag)

I pull up like skrrt! (slow it down)
Just bought my whip full cost with no monthly payments. (yeah)
To say my drip too hard is a understatement.
Half it at least. Show you 'bout that action in these streets.
Niggas know my sauce is packing
like a six-piece chicken wing splashing in the grease.
Out the way! I'm a Hot Boy.
Red carpet stroll through the cut.
I know you ain't tough walking with a fake pair of J's on.
Stop it! You showing your bluff.
And when I walk in with 3B good hair,
my curls is popping.
Next favorite rapper on your top ten.
Its nonsense
how everybody think I'm sentimental cuz I'm freaking light-skinned.
I'm a hard-core analyzer. Cool, calm, and calculated plan advisor.
Real pimp, slimp-back. All I know is how to get the panty-liner.
Blew through a whole check like Carolina in a hurricane.
I'm too brisky.
Keep it a hunnid like it's two 50s.
Hot Boy Summertime.
I'm hitting this chick in the back of my Camry.
She bad. She blowing my shocks out. (damn)
I go Ronda Rousey on hoes.
Beat the pussy up and call it a knock-out! (TKO!)
I don't mess with typicals.
My wrist too critical, dropping the temperature, Frost Out. (brrr)
Getting that brain, that top, that knowledge.
Successful in college. I'm never gon' drop out!
I had to do it like this to get it like that.
I'm ready to pop out.
Been a boss. I'm on top now.
Don't need a dentist, I'm flossed out.
Hop out the coupe, I'm independent from mom's house.
I got the juice. I send a pic of somebody's dick
And then I log out.
I had to chose which friends to cross out.
I cut them all. They ain't fit my lifestyle.

Hmmm
I'm a Cold Steppa. (yeah, yeah)
I might slide through yo hood like it's no pressure.
Got M's in the bank like woah. (yeah)
Don't care what you think no more. (swag)
Reserves in the tank on the low. (swag)
But I still gotta get on go! (swag)

Racks on racks.
Hands up when I step to the mat. (yeah)
Leave hoes dead on track.
I'm a young fly nigga and that's on that!
swag, swag, swag, swag.
swag, swag, swag, swag.

Hmmm
I'm a Cold Steppa. (yeah, yeah)
I might slide through yo hood like it's no pressure.
Got M's in the bank like woah. (yeah)
Don't care what you think no more. (swag)
Reserves in the tank on the low. (swag)
But I still gotta get on go! (swag)

Racks on racks.
Hands up when I step to the mat.
Leave hoes dead on track.
I'm a young fly nigga and that's on that!
swag, swag, swag, swag. (I'm a Cold Steppa)
swag, swag, swag, swag. (I'm a Cold Steppa)
(yeah)