Ok Coldest nigga alive, I'm so cold You niggas get on my nerves, you're so old Easy, yeah Alright I painted my whip in the vid like a prick, now I'm carless (Cold) Now it's a Uber ting, I've still got this regardless (Cold) Who? What? Them man there? Nah, them man are harmless (Cold) I just went to the park with my friends and I charted (Wow) I have never been a victim, never been a target (Cold) The girls love this shit, yeah, they love it like Barfest (Cold) Hashtag merky, the label and I'm coming like Darcus (Cold) I was on the roads when Giggs made "Talkin' Da Hardest" (Wow) Look, rude boi, done him on sight One time, check two, bun him on sight Niggas ain't brave, I can see it in your face Let me tell you about the days I was runnin' on a hype, like Who are you, where you been, where your snow line? Where your stacks? Where your strap? Where your crow line? Big pump don't stuntop when it's showtime Kinda funny how I didn't need a cosign Shut your mouth, you ain't squeezin' Pussy boy, I just leave him I been cold a whole season I should call my next song "Freezin'" (Cold) Touch the mic, then just wheel 'em (Ey) You man are got too much feelings (Alright Late night, I'm at Neasden Filet-o-Fish and I'm breezin' Ain't dropped nothin' for a minute, I'm fine (Cold) Roll to the booth, then I bill it with rhymes (Cold) Know a couple OGs that are livin' off crime (Cold) But a young black boy made a milli off grime (Wow) So tell Boris Johnson, "suck your mum, we don't care" (we don't care, bruv) And tell them riot feds, "oy buss your gun, you won't dare (you don't dare, bruv) All my young black kings, rise up man, this is our year (our year) And my young black queens right there It's been a long time comin', I swear If you don't turn this up, it's no fun You ain't heard of us? You're so dumb Can't be scared of pussy or youts You can have your burner tucked, I won't run You can have all the hype, I won't dust You can send all you like, you won't buss Man can't bluff me out, I call bluffs Them boys get fucked about and call us Crikey! Oh my god, it's Big Mikey Copped a whip, it's so pricey I should call my next one "Icy" Touch the mic and get lively Don't draw me out, I'll ask nicely Do the road and do wifey I wonder why they don't like me Cuh I'm Cold Cold Cold Right now everything's cold as a cold cold summer (yeah, cold) Everything's cold Hashtag merky, twenty-f I been cold the whole season I should call my next song "Freezin'" I been cold the whole season I should call my next song "Freezin'" I been cold the whole season I should call my next song "Freezin'" I been cold the whole season I should call my next one "Easy"