OMD

[Hook] Man these niggas ain’t cold like me, huh? Bad bitch somethin’ cold on my feet, what? Dark liquor to the V, what you drink, huh? A lot of money over here, what you think, what? Uh, and I’m feelin’ myself You’re god damned right I love my niggas to death You can keep your pussy I’m on my own dick You can keep your pussy I’m on my own dick, bitch [Verse 1: Black Cobain] B’s on the sneak no shoes on the V Snakes on the grass we maneuver on the creek Dope boy fresh we refuse to be sleep Two gold chains day to day I’m a beast Got some cold killers for a stack they goin’ eat We know the real you we got facts in the street All the bitches wanna roll, she don’t need a pill She the best from the front mean muggin’ on the grill Flow uglier than Seal, demi set on the blend I hope her head game like karim Bang him 2Pac, and hope that there’s a heaven for a G What’s a million cash when Bill Gate’s got a B? -Illion I put this on the Qu’aran Already home that’s even when I be gone I’m in my zone and you’re John Wayne on And your bitch is a fan and you’re officially blown [Hook] [Verse 2: Black Cobain] Light it up burn the smoke like a rude, boy Taste checks now pussy know how to move, boy Lil’ J got more for the bad hoes My nigga slink, checkin’ checkin’ on the bad hoes Yeah, you should get a load of me Only date a bitch if she into me, orally You won’t find a nigga dope as me Flagship nigga in the spot when I’m supposed to be Ferrari dreams, ace tastemaker All them affiliates, yeah I can taste paper And you won’t know how real it get Until they got you on your heels and you hate haters Real love, light up the Mary J Fuck what they say if you hustlin’ hope you gettin’ paid Ross got me screamin’ YOLO ? got me a purple label Polo, dope [Hook]