Hot Winter Cold Summer

Lyrics

[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