Real Cold
Lyrics
Yeah
It get real cold, I bring the burner
Glock be singing, Tina Turner
Swear it's me, the one you heard of
At my crib, I'm turning up
I was down, they ain't bring me up
I came up by myself, no luck
If you did it like me, you a get stuck
Cannot get like me, better wish
I just go off, I do not diss
You hop on mic and take a piss
I hop on, I make it crazy
Did some dirt, hope lord save me
I told em' to stop playing
Wit' my name, got lotta' weight in it
Uh
Ran outta bars, shit, now I gotta reload
Can't trust you, ain't never had zero
2017, riding round playing hero
2017, I was riding round smoking
Move around like a ghost, but I'm not holy
Get too much green, like guac no mole
I move unseen, but they be knowing
Uh
Ask me to front, but I could never
Smoking loud shit and I'm feeling stellar
Need a model bitch, like her last name Jenner
Welcome to my crib, no, you can't enter
Motherfuckers don't move right, call em bender
It's a snitch among us, like we got a venter
Pull up it's on us, money ending never
Cartier lens, now I look clever
Just flipped my switch, I turned a lever
Can't wife you hoe, I'm not a lover
I might give it to you, pass it to my brother
Just like we playing football, pack always touchdown
Now they can't even look my direction, 'cuz I'm up now
When you come to my town, got smoke for ya friends
We could do it one night, then do it again
Aye
LightPo
Yeah
It get real cold, I bring the burner
Glock be singing, Tina Turner
Swear it's me, the one you heard of
At my crib, I'm turning up
I was down, they ain't bring me up
I came up by myself, no luck
If you did it like me, you a get stuck
Cannot get like me, better wish
I just go off, I do not diss
You hop on mic and take a piss
I hop on, I make it crazy
Did some dirt, hope lord save me
I told em' to stop playing
Wit' my name, got lotta' weight in it
Uh
Ran outta bars, shit, now I gotta reload
Can't trust you, ain't never had zero
2017, riding round playing hero
2017, I was riding round smoking
Move around like a ghost, but I'm not holy
Get too much green, like guac no mole
I move unseen, but they be knowing
Uh
Ask me to front, but I could never
Smoking loud shit and I'm feeling stellar
Need a model bitch, like her last name Jenner
Welcome to my crib, no, you can't enter
Motherfuckers don't move right, call em bender
It's a snitch among us, like we got a venter
Pull up it's on us, money ending never
Cartier lens, now I look clever
Just flipped my switch, I turned a lever
Can't wife you hoe, I'm not a lover
I might give it to you, pass it to my brother
Just like we playing football, pack always touchdown
Now they can't even look my direction, 'cuz I'm up now
When you come to my town, got smoke for ya friends
We could do it one night, then do it again
Aye
LightPo
Writer(s): Matthew Farley
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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