[Hook]
Man these n***as ain't cold like me, huh?
Bad b**h somethin' cold on my feet, what?
Dark liquor to the V, what you drink, huh?
A lot of money over here, what you think, what?
Uh, and I'm feelin' myself
You're god damned right I love my n***as to d**h
You can keep your p**y I'm on my own dick
You can keep your p**y I'm on my own dick, b**h
[Verse 1: Black Cobain]
B's on the sneak no shoes on the V
Snakes on the gra** we maneuver on the creek
Dope boy fresh we refuse to be sleep
Two gold chains day to day I'm a beast
Got some cold k**ers for a stack they goin' eat
We know the real you we got facts in the street
All the b**hes wanna roll, she don't need a pill
She the best from the front mean muggin' on the grill
Flow uglier than Seal, demi set on the blend
I hope her head game like karim
Bang him 2Pac, and hope that there's a heaven for a G
What's a million cash when Bill Gate's got a B?
-Illion I put this on the Qu'aran
Already home that's even when I be gone
I'm in my zone and you're John Wayne on
And your b**h is a fan and you're officially blown
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Black Cobain]
Light it up burn the smoke like a rude, boy
Taste checks now p**y know how to move, boy
Lil' J got more for the bad hoes
My n***a slink, checkin' checkin' on the bad hoes
Yeah, you should get a load of me
Only date a b**h if she into me, orally
You won't find a n***a dope as me
Flagship n***a in the spot when I'm supposed to be
Ferrari dreams, ace tastemaker
All them affiliates, yeah I can taste paper
And you won't know how real it get
Until they got you on your heels and you hate haters
Real love, light up the Mary J
f** what they say if you hustlin' hope you gettin' paid
Ross got me screamin' YOLO
? got me a purple label Polo, dope
[Hook]