[Chorus]

Life got cold, so I turned the heat up on niggas

I got tired of hearing lies, I went to sleep on niggas

Shop a roundhouse kick off and go Jet Li on niggas

Got like Mike, went subpar then got to beating on niggas

[Verse]

I did my own niggas, twenty-one to zero a nigga

Call me Shaquille, I'll smoke you like a free throw, nigga

Grimey like an Oakland legend in the peacoat, nigga

I'm like my east coast, beast up and go [?] on niggas

My square friend will bust your head for a pint of red

My Pimp C bitch gon' make sure both legs behind her head

My dirty ass still put it in after shе went to bed

My dirty ass wore up this Glock and thеy gon' mummy wrap your head

Bitch my skin take of the scepter, cut off the dreads

Grab a tint from big 5 and go hide under the bridge

Let my name cool down a bit, get back to pimpin'

[?] whip out his camera, my fists so vicious

You gon' [?] with some play runners, boutta [?] at you

And you the one I picked to come out of all of my bitches

Stuck the pill back in her mouth, made her throw up the Henny

Watching her rim go so ham, man it feels sweet like [?]

Just left nine [?] with the [?]

I know I'm gonna heal, I might as well fuck up the season

Had to free this bird 'cause that bitch always in her feelings

I wouldn't cum for bitch if she gave me a soft million

Off-White cleats looking like [?] spat me up

PSD is all I trust 'cause the Glock stay tucked

I move mean like they [?] in a Tahoe truck

Told that bitch go to the store and get top bust up

[Chorus]

Life got cold, so I turned the heat up on niggas

I got tired of hearing lies, I went to sleep on niggas

Shop a roundhouse kick off and go Jet Li on niggas

Got like Mike, went subpar then got to beating on niggas