Hot Winter Cold Summer

[Verse 1]

They may have ran it 'cause you squeezin' trigger

'Bout how you gone run it, fuck your ceasin' nigga

That's the reason I go for the knees

And put MCs in figure four leg locks

I'll crack a dozen in your egg box

Bang this in your car and watch it transform like Meg Fox and Shia LaBeouf

The doors become arms, the chest is each front tire buff

My throne gets stoned like its not high enough

I need a blimp that says that I'm a pimp

Every wimp that turned mobster

Should swim with the lobster and the shrimp

Drowning in a plate of pasta, slumped by a double pump

Your ego gets squashed, dreams shot down

Your bubble stumpеd until it burst

Would it be iller if your dreams caught thе bullet first

Your bubble was bust, and your ego got crushed?

See I'm a problem, this year I'm busting out the bars

That's over the boss you should've crossed to get your job from

Made the whole city go apes

Like when the Blob come with the deadliest dose of medicine

Let me prescribe some to you

They swear its voodoo in my pen once I stick it to them

When it's really the holy ghost cleansing a wicked human

I'll make you boys an example

My name causes noise in the chapel

Putting snakes back into poisonous apples, I grind hard

The whole nine yards shatter your way of thinking

Where I left your mind scarred is where you'll find shards

Going against a mad man, that's a bad hand

Don't blame me, blame the dealer who designed the cards

[Chorus]

I plan to have the hottest shit this winter

The coldest shit this summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit next winter

The coldest shit this summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit this winter

The coldest shit next summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit next winter

The coldest shit next summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

[Verse 2]

I know the game is looking for artists that sound the same

Tryna make a name, fortune and fame

That's a lame move 'cause look what they became

This the memories, if I read your titles you won't remember these

Who they're investing in next, now has a price on their head

Off top for me to come from the bottom to give them chin checks

I bet defeat will crush you insects, 'cause the flow nasty

To put it bluntly, its dro, hash, keef, wax, oil, and blow lastly

Who wants smoke?

The results are when you poke at a frag grenade with a jagged blade

Or a hive with five Snapdragons being wagged and swayed around killer bees

Hit the ground, kneel your knees

El is that nigga, don't forget that legit fact

I'm the curveball that split backs and spit cataclysms

And most who keep they distance because in close view

It can open your mind, leak out your spirit, and ghost you

Take a leap for hell under the reapers spell

And be a D boy in the sky, wearing a Pisces on a libra scale

I earn riches and I twist lies

So when you this fly, you can light a cigar, toss the match, and burn bridges

Thoroughbreds get their card pulled and their tarot read

Arrowhead knocked the kings crown and left the Pharaoh dead

Then a red Camaro sped off with no witnesses

You know who did it, this is his year

[Chorus]

I plan to have the hottest shit this winter (uh)

The coldest shit this summer (uh)

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit next winter

The coldest shit next summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit next winter

The coldest shit this summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

I plan to have the hottest shit next winter

The coldest shit next summer

Mark your calendar, your days are numbered