Song Ya Uh Been running around town this bitch cold like winter All these nips out got me feeling like swiping on tinder Boys hard just like them slimmer no big bitch gonna have a ring on her finger uh 200 plus give big head but ain’t gonna answer the ringer Head ass finna smoke it down to the stinger I got that life made but my plans are bigger Drop top whippin and shifting through all the gears Ya She thinking she has it made There’s a good chance she ends up as my maid Clean all my shit and don’t complain Ya But we hard like that 689 full of all those maynes Strapped with the ruger watch out Garrett a shoota Busts a cap in your skull then you got three eyes to bad you can’t see cause you died Looking like habib with the red piece This man white but look like he from the Middle East Dippin out to 7/11 to find his relatives It’s definitely cold but we packing that heat We ain’t got problems getting bitches to suck on this meat Hard times call for heifers to feed Colby got the bitch on the line but he got cold feet Fumble the bag on a 10 piece But he gonna save it with ol trusty Gonna take her to the 689 hit that shit repeatedly All the boys chasing that pink kdog got more cat than than us dogs can feed Abe out back rolling the weed Backwoods aren’t a want but a need All these bitches smoke one of our blunts and want the seed Two blunts got them wanting families That’s to bad cause I got the vaccine Shit steral so we got no worries Ain’t got no swimmers left , That means no baby This is good cause it gives me the option to leave Out the door with the whores but they don’t wanna leave 689 the spot but gonna call her for trespassing To much fame got us acting Spittin on the mic like baby keem Only reason I spit is for the pussy Mac thizzle out Shit wack