Oh yeah yeah yeah

Ooooh

My brudda playing in the snow

Like an Eskimo

New bars so cold

Frost will bite ya 10 below

All that old shit

Had to leave behind

I let it go

All that new shit

I know

Is what they feenin' for

Double my cup

Triple my ice my chain

Roll on the quad it roar

I rock my shit

But they shit on my name

Fuck all that gold-spoon shit

I kick that ball

It blow up like propane

Fuck from the back my girl

And she ain't know

That I could make it rain

Yeah yeah yeah

I make it rain

I make it pour

I make 'em chain me to the floor

Because my power

Is just way over their brain

Until my name

Is in the boards

I'll make it flame

I'll make it scorch

Yeah, I'll keep on working

On my shit

That is my game

Yeah yeah yeah

He said best stay in your lane

I told 'em fuck that shit

I'll kick that door

It blow up like propane

Welcome to the sick side

This your flight attendant Fuzz Face

You're geeked out

Your one way

Ya ticket to hell

I'ma burn that shit

I ring the bell

Mom said what's that smell?

I said just that green

That kale

Yuh Yuh

My brudda playing in the snow

Like an Eskimo

New bars so cold

Frost will bite ya 10 below

All that old shit

Had to leave behind

I let it go

All that new shit

I know

Is what they feenin' for

Yuh

Double my cup

Triple my ice my chain

Roll on the quad it roar

I rock my shit

But they shit on my name

Fuck all that gold spoon shit

I kick that ball

It blow up like propane

Fuck from the back my girl

And she ain't know

That I could make it rain