I've been feeling too cold, Steve Austin I've been with the guys and we've been flossing
Designer on my shirt and it's that market
Roll another opp and I'ma spark it, it's too easy
I'ma rock the vans cause they the cheapest Got a new bitch, she acting like she need me
She so toxic, so freaky She can't believe it, she might just need me

That water on me, just like it's leaking Ice on my wrist, way too cold, I can't make a fist
No bitch is not arthritis Too cold, it's my necklace
Two tone, it's a coupe, it's a ship Popping out with the rockstars, bitch
Who the fuck get it popping like this? Hit em up ten times, no switch

Feel like Machiavelli, these 4G Pirellis You know that my whole gang on go
These niggas be talking like they getting money But know that they pockets on broke
These niggas be really a joke I'm Olajuwon in the post
Don't never stress out bout no ho They really be doing the most

I've been feeling too cold, Steve Austin can't step in my circle, we some bosses
I've been with the guys and we been flossing Designer on my shirt and it's that market
Move so effortless, moonwalking Steel-toes, I been diving through the pain
Ain't no acting, need no Oscar, It's me when I hit the stages

Different phases, the world a puzzle Talking different mazes
Circle tight, ain't no infiltration One of one, ain't no imitation
Limitations, don't see any, it's just imagination
How I stress, it's by design I got her pondering what's my next move

Played her, ballin' like a four star recruit Like I got a deal, and went straight to Duke
Nah, this ain't a fluke I'm a board, controlling shit
Like I just learned to juke
Gin and juice like I'm Uncle Snoop Tell her shake her ass like I'm Uncle Luke

Za pack, this is not the boof Call him Ben Simmons, he is not gon' shoot
Bitch, I been him, this is nothing new I need a bad bitch, I ain't fucking too
All these broke niggas make me uncomfortable When you rolling up, make sure the runtz in there
Spending hundreds and hundreds, designer gear My Topo Chico fizz up, drop a line in there

Psycho bunny socks, Nike runners, yeah
I epitomize what a hunter is I desynthesize, ain't no runtz in this
All of my bows are the gas be exotic Need a bad bitch, I can take to the tropics
Can't let no hoe play me, bitch, I ain't no option

Two bows with that Za, snap turn it to auction
Pour me a four and it kill the coughin Feeling like Clifford little bitch, I'm big dogging
Flu game, two, three, I'm too cold, exhausted