Hottest Winter Ever

[Intro: Gino Mondana & Fivio Foreign]

Uh

Grrrrr (Pow)

Grrt (Pow)

Ay I'm in this bitch fly as shit

Lets get it

Ayo yall niggas mentioning the wrong name, yall niggas buggin the fuck out you heard [Bugging the fuck out]

Grrrrr (Pow)

You know how we rock already nigga, when the squad pull up

Gurr

(how they gon' dodge that shit?)

Turn that shit all the way up

[Hook: Fivio Foreign]

Nigga too many bullets not enough opps, how they gon' dodge that shit

Nigga said too much, niggas did too much, nigga how we gon squash that shit

It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it

Too much bullets, not enough opps, how they gon' dodge that shit

Nigga said too much, niggas did too much, nigga how we gon squash that shit

It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it

It's only the guys, all in my eyes, we do it for the squad, that's it

[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]

I got the gat cocked, I'm moving mad hot

Shot out the back blocks, you and your [?] (ayo cig!)

I got the crack rock, I'm in the trap spot

Fivio Foreign that's a mad flock, boy I'm litter than a matchbox

What the fuck is a Blixky when I keep a glizzy with me

I'm spinnin' yo block with a glizzy, I tell my niggas come and spin it with me

You know I'm from the nine, so its still fuck with 50z

If niggas want me dead, tell them niggas come and get me (Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow)

If Fivio Foreign and nine ain't dead, they'll run up on me cuz' the gun is on me, that's too many shots to his head

That boy see you cryin', and his whole family fed

Why them niggas acting cuz, watching the whole show red

Hol' on, Hol' on

I told crippy to get shiggy nigga

Hol' on, Hol' on

You too Dizzy they get busy wit' us

Hol' on, Hol' on

The bitches know that I'm a litty nigga

Nigga you is just a glizzy nigga, I can shoot a nigga [?] nigga

You been talkin' a lot, is you gon' link me or not

Just think of the spot, tell me, I'm bringing my Glock (Tell me, I'm bringing my Glock)

When my stimulus flock, I keep wanna thinking about opps (I keep wanna thinking about opps)

I keep the toast when it cold, and I keep the heat when it's hot, I'm gonna bop

[?], Nigga you front of your flock (You know how I rock)

Don't come to my block, too many shots to his top

If I'm not there (If I'm not there nigga, Baow, Baow)

Beat a nigga ass, then call in [?]

Spin a block, niggas stop lyin'

Which one nigga? Not mine

And you know I'm from the hot nine, dead end by the stop sign

You don't wanna see a Glock shine, niggas know I'm a top nine

I took a loss, now back up, so it's a prime time (prime time) bow

[Interlude: Fivio Foreign]

Grrrrrrrrr, baow

Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow, Bow

Grrrrrrrrr, bow

Bow, Bow, Bow

[Verse 2: Gino Mondana]

Friends they wanna be opps, opps they wanna be friends (opps they wanna be friends)

If he say he spin through the nine, then that boy he lying to his fans (he ain't lyin' again)

Free Rowdy, free [?] tho, free the get straights out of the can (ayo cig!)

I lost my crodie my friend, no backyard parties again (Gang, gang)

Lose one kill two, never rest until we do

The whole nine living proof, when you see me better shoot (baow)

You see what happened to that BrookZilla nigga (baow, baow)

You better be glad that we really ain't kill a nigga

I'm trained to go every time, ground shake when I arrive

It's water park after dark, we catch em' slippin' when we slide (Skrrt Skrrt Skrrt)

We catch em' slippin' when we slide

It's water park after dark, we catch em' slippin' when we slide

Runnin' up the block, when it up the Glock, wit it boy I'm not missing

You talking hot, whether you get shot with it, twirl and drop with it

Niggas got me my bully yo, no A Boogie in this hoodie tho

New opps ain't fully know, all i know is the fully broke

Breezo is a bitch stop lyin', if yall spinnin' why nobody dyin'?

You don' got eight shots in the nine, y'all see us out here y'all ain't blind

You niggas be chattin' but don't put in work

We came down we was sliding down on em' first, miss shots then we put it in reverse

But this .22 I got is really for Nas

Better hold your Blixky by your side, that smoke BrookZilla almost died

That smoke BrookZilla almost died (almost died, almost died)

[Verse 3: Drizzy Juliano]

Uh

Catch em' in traffic, we let em' have it nigga, now they in a basket

Niggas is actors they really clappin', nigga we shooting shit for practice

Niggas be addicts, pop em' an addy, then they start acting all erratic

Niggas ain't really with the static, before 21 I've been a savage

I'm on that gang shit, everybody around me they all on the same shit

You better watch what you're saying my niggas is brainless, and they all ready to bang shit

Don't let me diss Coka, cuz honestly I'm getting tired of these folks

You smokin' on Shyste until niggas catch you and stuff the whole blunt in your throat

I just came home from the coke-a, smokin' on you niggas like row-a

You from the nine we say poled-up, you niggas better grow-up

You was gang we the mob, but I'm still posted on Foreign side

Free my nigga Jay Jay Finesse, he just got locked up for the .45

Niggas is smoking on Shyste, niggas is crossing the borderline

Niggas is smoking on Shyste', niggas is crossing the borderline

Catch a nigga at AM, we deal with him at the morning time

Gang Gang

[Outro: Gino Mondana]

Fuck these niggas talking about? Y'all niggas done said the wrong name nigga

Word to my mother, 844 shots in the motherfucking building

Niggas [?] no more

Fivio Foreign, word to my mother, y'all niggas done played with the wrong name nigga (bow, bow)