Cold Winters

[Intro] Chillin' with my— uh Chillin' with my feet up, I'ma load the Nina, oh Oh-no, no Ah Smokin' Cookie Crisp Smokin' Cookie Crisp Stupid bitch, smokin' Cookie Crisp Huh [Chorus] Chillin' with my feet up Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huh-huh, hey, chillin' in my 'Rari with my heater Huh-huh, hey, 'cause niggas, they be hatin' for no reason Huh, hey, 'cause every season money-making season Ain't no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters [Verse 1] Huh-huh, oh-oh My life been a wild ride You try me, and you gon' die My killers come from the Eastside That's what you fail to realize Your fake homies can't save you from the real guys And we ain't serving no time for our crimes It's 'cause the whole world mine, it's all mine So if you get out of line, you gettin' flatlined Ridin' 'round L.A. with mine, throwing up gang signs In my crib, I keep a stash, a couple Glock-9's And a bag of pills 'cause we living in high tide [Chorus] Chillin' with my feet up Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huh-huh, hey, chillin' in my 'Rari with my heater Huh-huh, hey, 'cause niggas, they be hatin' for no reason Huh, hey, 'cause every season money-making season Ain't no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters [Verse 2] Dope smoked, pills popped, guns tote P-T-S-D is real, no joke A-S-A-P, need pills, pronto Percs secured, I'm finna splurge If I don't have enough pills, I'ma start up a purge Huh, yeah, yee-haw, cowboy, we gone A-215 have me dreamin' Can't feel no pain, I mean it I'm out of my brain, Acenac The shit you never seen, bitch, I seen it, I mean it They was holding me down, counting me out Now I'm on top, I'm in the clouds Still have my demons all around, day-to-day, I slay 'em down I numb the pain with the drugs and sex Fucking that bitch so good, like, "Wow" Just like, "How?" I don't know how I think about Perc' 30s, then smile Since I got some money now, I'm known to throw a couple things I throw hands, I throw bands Don't throw in the towel And I don't throw shade I'll throw them shells if I need it I won't throw your heart, bae, I mean it I'm gettin' high like Bonaparte In the fast lane, I'm speedin' [Chorus] Heard she wanna kick it, come here, Mrs. FIFA I'ma fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy, she gon' do the white like Justin Bieber But I'ma pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huh-huh, hey, chillin' in my 'Rari with my heater Huh-huh, hey, 'cause niggas, they be hatin' for no reason Huh, hey, 'cause every season money-making season Ain't no broke nigga, still having cold-cold winters (Still cold-cold winters)