Nigga think he cold wet him up make him a sweater, I’m the coldest in this bitch niggas call me the blazer, and I do magic with this stick just like a wizard, blowing shit down cold air like December, bullets coming down like snowflakes in the winter, a Nigga super icy when they see me watch em freeze up, when I’m in the booth I spit the coldest now they sick now, Cruzing in my RT bending corners watch me burn out, drip down to the floor I see they a Nigga want my sauce now, pocket full of blue face’s bitches be on my dick now, they see a Nigga styling and Wylie they tryna calm me down, but a Nigga too turnt and I got that big bag niggas out here fronting acting like they got that see me every day in the whip with the same chick niggas getting back door cases this hoes be trickin and I got it on me ain’t gone catch me slipping hop up in my RT SKR SKR then dipping