COLD OUTSIDE

Lyrics

[Intro] Keenanza Wuh Yeh 😙🎶 It's DJ Foreign Money, man, I hope you enjoy da show I'ma leave you all with one last track DEDIKULTION Tha Mixtape, man I'ma let Xhris talk his shit DJ Foreign Money signin' out [Hook] It's getting cold outside, I brought my jacket wit' me They try to get up in my way, I brought my hatchet wit' me I got pussy on da way, my brotha pass it to me She in the Uber that I paid for, bet I'm smashin', homie They try to get up on our ass, we best be dashin', homie This shit for real, it's not an act, and it ain't fashion, homie I'm tryna quit this cup, I treat it like my one 'n only Quit cappin' in your music, all the racks are damn baloney [Verse 1] I rolled the fattest blunt, this shit look like a rolled a stogie I posted up outside, I poured the [?]. smokin' [?] Me and the cup is gettin' married, holy matrimony 😂 I'm tryna dumb my shadow, swear my problems stalkin' on me I saw that weird shit from the jump, can't try to walk on me These percs I pop be fuckin' up my whole damn talk, homie I keep these racks up in my jeans, got more than 10 on me These baggy jeans Balenciaga won't stop saggin' on me My tiny shirt so small, I poppin' now my shirt is broken I pop a perc, rip off my shirt, I turn to Hulk Hogan This luggage came from Bape, I probably spend a thousand on it This codeine came from France, it came across the ocean, flown in I fuckin' up my lungs, for real don't know why I keep smokin' Me and my bitch go to the movies and I pourin' soda I got a pint inside my backpack, hope it don't spill over She gettin' makeup on my sheets when she be sleepin' over I'm off these beans, can't fall asleep, I keep on rollin' over I got a pint inside my backpack, hope it don't spill over I'm off these beans, can't fall asleep, I keep on rollin' over I got a pint inside my backpack, hope it don't spill over [Send off] It's getting cold outside, I brought my jacket wit' me They try to get up in my way, I brought my hatchet wit' me I got pussy on da way, my brotha pass it to me She in the Uber that I paid for, bet I'm smashin', homie They try to get up on our ass, we best be dashin', homie This shit for real, it's not an act, and it ain't fashion, homie I'm tryna quit this cup, I treat it like my one 'n only Quit cappin' in your music, all the racks are damn baloney