It ain't no one to trust but me And I got to make sure that I take care of my family And to my niggas on the block On the grind and hustlin' tryin' to sell some rocks You hear the voices say it's cold outside (It's cold outside) I'm hiding out and

Ain’t gotta wait to make no moves cause I be loaded While you out here drinkin' 40s, I just tote it Still that same nigga in a foreign, but it’s stolen I’m doin' fraud, got that bag, yeah I’m transportin' I got that bag on me nigga, like I’m Jansportin'

I, don't know what you take me for I, really don't play that shit I, ain't got to get you hit I get out myself and spray that shit Man I'm tired of tellin' niggas over and over I got a itchy-itchy trigger finger, nigga it's killin' me Not to spray this

They, they talking that That gangsta shit They ain't about that Man, matter of fact Hand me my strap Show me where they at I'll stop 'em from talking like that Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood; you

(From Chitown to LA) Come on players Uh huh hey I remember when I back in the days When I ain't hot shit But now that I got shit Niggas want to keep up shit But it's all good watch me do this shit

IPhone go silent like I ain't need the stress Fuck that shit, you know I need the sex A lot of niggas in the game but I can not vouch for 'em Niggas ball, but is he ballin' for you? He your ex, I'm your ex too Shawty I never could talk shit you know I

Ain't nobody fucking with my dogs Ayo, this one nigga that roll up that smoke When I hit the weed spot, my pockets go broke We high, we high, we high, we high (say it again) I keep the hammer on side of me Ayy ayy step back motherfucker, watch out! La la

Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

I do what I like, I do, I do I left a nigga on read 'cause I felt like it Dress me down in that Raf, Saint Laurent jacket Dapper, dapper, I look fine and my checks divine No wonder, wonder why I do whatever I like I think us bad bitches is a gift from

Niggas around me go commando, yeah Ballin' two hoes in a Lambo, yeah Paint on the face like Rambo, yeah Tell me a place that I can't go, yeah Bitch tell your friend step it up Ain't no raw, bitch, we gon' wrap it up Pole game, tryna run it up Lock safe