10BELOW
Oh yeah yeah yeah
Ooooh
My brudda playing in the snow
Like an Eskimo
New bars so cold
Frost will bite ya 10 below
All that old shit
Had to leave behind
I let it go
All that new shit
I know
Is what they feenin' for
Double my cup
Triple my ice my chain
Roll on the quad it roar
I rock my shit
But they shit on my name
Fuck all that gold-spoon shit
I kick that ball
It blow up like propane
Fuck from the back my girl
And she ain't know
That I could make it rain
Yeah yeah yeah
I make it rain
I make it pour
I make 'em chain me to the floor
Because my power
Is just way over their brain
Until my name
Is in the boards
I'll make it flame
I'll make it scorch
Yeah, I'll keep on working
On my shit
That is my game
Yeah yeah yeah
He said best stay in your lane
I told 'em fuck that shit
I'll kick that door
It blow up like propane
Welcome to the sick side
This your flight attendant Fuzz Face
You're geeked out
Your one way
Ya ticket to hell
I'ma burn that shit
I ring the bell
Mom said what's that smell?
I said just that green
That kale
Yuh Yuh
My brudda playing in the snow
Like an Eskimo
New bars so cold
Frost will bite ya 10 below
All that old shit
Had to leave behind
I let it go
All that new shit
I know
Is what they feenin' for
Yuh
Double my cup
Triple my ice my chain
Roll on the quad it roar
I rock my shit
But they shit on my name
Fuck all that gold spoon shit
I kick that ball
It blow up like propane
Fuck from the back my girl
And she ain't know
That I could make it rain
Ooooh
My brudda playing in the snow
Like an Eskimo
New bars so cold
Frost will bite ya 10 below
All that old shit
Had to leave behind
I let it go
All that new shit
I know
Is what they feenin' for
Double my cup
Triple my ice my chain
Roll on the quad it roar
I rock my shit
But they shit on my name
Fuck all that gold-spoon shit
I kick that ball
It blow up like propane
Fuck from the back my girl
And she ain't know
That I could make it rain
Yeah yeah yeah
I make it rain
I make it pour
I make 'em chain me to the floor
Because my power
Is just way over their brain
Until my name
Is in the boards
I'll make it flame
I'll make it scorch
Yeah, I'll keep on working
On my shit
That is my game
Yeah yeah yeah
He said best stay in your lane
I told 'em fuck that shit
I'll kick that door
It blow up like propane
Welcome to the sick side
This your flight attendant Fuzz Face
You're geeked out
Your one way
Ya ticket to hell
I'ma burn that shit
I ring the bell
Mom said what's that smell?
I said just that green
That kale
Yuh Yuh
My brudda playing in the snow
Like an Eskimo
New bars so cold
Frost will bite ya 10 below
All that old shit
Had to leave behind
I let it go
All that new shit
I know
Is what they feenin' for
Yuh
Double my cup
Triple my ice my chain
Roll on the quad it roar
I rock my shit
But they shit on my name
Fuck all that gold spoon shit
I kick that ball
It blow up like propane
Fuck from the back my girl
And she ain't know
That I could make it rain
Credits
Writer(s): Collin Schepers
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