OutTheCold

You don't want no problem pussy boy I get it done
Imma manifest these racks and make my pockets weigh a ton
Bitch I always been the one, drop a tab under the sun
They don't know what I be on he a bitch smoking gun
Way he walk, no composure, break him down just like a nug
When I pop up in the club smoking baby leg blunts
When I'm pointing with the thump
Motherfuckers shake junt
Bitch I came up out the cold a motherfucker still numb
I know that I always would
All them talkin never could
I've been chilling I've been good
Underneath my all black hood
Smell like gas up in the uber
I've been up cooking up Shabuya
Stomp them till they green and yellow
Now that boy a Koopa Troopa
Can't identify the shooter
I'm the first to shoot it sooner
Keep the blade up in my right hand lookin Freddy Krueger
Who the fuck would've thought I could come up out the mud
Pockets hold a couple bucks with that black blade tucked
When that shotgun pump (BAOW BAOW) you get dumped
Always got kicked out the class because my back pack stunk
Blowing buddha in the blunt until I'm stuck no monk
Stacking racks off a show, need a 100 in the trunk
Put my opps in the front I can tell them what's up
Never see them getting money all they bags dried up

Okay I pop a new prescription doctors told me that I'm trippin
Give a fuck bout how they feelin only focus on these millions
Made some profit off this shit and now my pockets weigh a ton
Shawty all up on my dick but I had to go make this run
It's like bass bass bass bass running through your head
Blank face face face face
I don't show no bread
But I get paid paid paid paid
Every single day
So stay away way way way
Before I end your fate
I don't Know
Where I'll go
I don't Know
Where I'll stay
But I know
Where I stand
But I know
But I know
Ay no matter what I'm doing I'm gonna always feel this numb
Vision blurry hands cold cause these drugs up in my blood
Ain't no peer pressure I'm just telling you what has been done
I been falling out of dreams cause my pockets makin a ton