City of the snow, it gets cold
Better watch your back with a pole
Cause these niggas so fake, you don't know, cause these niggas so broke, you don't know
Sliding through the Fax, we made your block hot
You niggas talking real crazy, you is not hot swerving through the city, got you niggas playing hopscotch
Stay ahead of the game, the way she give me top
Hey, hey, hey got these bitches wetting out
I ain't talking bout a drought Lil' baby make me proud
Hey, hey, hey the way she it ride it it's a route
I ain't talking bout a drought Lil' baby make me proud
Hey, hey, hey got these niggas bugging out
I'll do it cause I can, I don't do it for no clout
And these bitches think they bad, but I think they really not
Never paid for no pussy, if you paying you a clown
I'ma put her in a blender, got her brain maxing out
The type to take a nigga bitch, just to hit before I'm out
And I ain't playing stupid games, you play around, you find out
Sex appeal on 100, slam three hoes and slut one out
Been up in the city for a minute, that's a fact
Catalog for catalog, you niggas ain't a match
But I'm fluid with my flows, can't nobody copy that
You niggas acting like y'all pop it, you better check the stats
I got the shit that the spot, bump his head like off the crack
I don't fall for pussy, so half you niggas could never be a threat
And I be stuck in the city, it be cold, ain't no sweat
Alot of f*ck niggas, bitch niggas wanna see me dead
Energy like the sun, that's how I get my day set
I get tropical in your body melting snow that's left
I can't even do charades, I can't be your mascot
I know one nigga, two niggas, I can kill them or may not
I can pay your mom a visit, I can walk you off the lot
And when you be kicking with us, you get attracted to that Guap
You know I smoke, I ain't alcohol, and we go shot for shot
I'ma f*ck that nigga, mother, if he ever come and talk
Hit her up like, hey, hey
I ain't beefing with your son, he ain't want it with me, that is why he keep that gun
Glizzy on my hip, then I go and take it out for fun
If a nigga wanna talk, he need a Glizzy for his bun
I go harder than cement, if I touch you, you get stung
We in the city of the cold, it get snowy and snowy
I ain't touch your ass in person, so I ain't get you hurt
I'ma handle beef online like I'm Drake and Lil Durk
Exo (Yuh, yuh)
YK (Yuh, yuh)