Walking around with a stick

I pull up and fuck on your bitch

Niggas say they got the gliss

Why don't you look at ma wrist

Im feeling so cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold (yeah, yeah)

Im feeling so cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold (yeah, yeah)

Pop bottles in a club

With my homies in the cut

For my Niggas I got looove

For my homies I got love

For my haters I be violent

I'm kicking their ass

It's a rampage

I'm coming strong Like the IRSssss...

Yeah I don't miss

Now I'm in SA I'm talking SARS

Bring me the niggas who claiming hard

I'll crush em as hard as a bag of corn

Making mealie meal

Mealie meal I'm about to feast

Bring all the beef and my plate is done

I go hard as a beat

And my heart is a diamond

Pluto be realer than most of you niggas

I ordered a beat and he sеnt on reflex

The action was fastеr than most of your response

With all of the goodies I'm getting grateful

Homies are loyal, you'd swear we are blood

It's thicker than water It's more like slime

Better than Niggas who running their mouth

Chasing the dibas while rocking Adidas

Focused I'm Ceejay I'm on mission

To Running hood I got a vision

Grove street hear in SA

Dance hard like a Rockstar

So fly like popstar

So fly... I'm so calm

I got good news... I'm a monster

So fly I'm a popstar

Walking around with a stick

I pull up and fuck on your bitch

Niggas say they got the gliss

Why don't you look at ma wrist

Im feeling so cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold (yeah, yeah)

Im feeling so cold

Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold (yeah, yeah