Whoa

Yeaah, SLAB ENT BOYY, SOV letsgo

Bring it back to the middle of the map

Where the St. Claire niggaz stay strapped my hood sooo cold

My area colder, scarier colder but yall niggaz don't fold

Every nigga on the grind who stackin, always come back frontin like he pose

Slidin on them 4’s riding smoking lookin for the hoes

Everywhere I go niggaz always like damn I ain't never seen those

You call it style

But I took a vow to keepin the freshest kicks off my toes

And I don’t know how

But they just got wow

And tear that bitch down at all of my shows

Its like God control the show

Hands up high here we go…

WOAH

That shit ain't in stores

Where did he go to get all of his clothes

Bitch I don’t even leave home this DC be showin up right to my door

Then I put it on, kush for cologne and head for the door

O and louis vuitton throw some of that on and go get yo hoe

Lets hop in that Cadillac bustin my nigga we hittin the road

And I got a cold lil female rollin the diesel, dog you kno I stay blowed

Thuggin and theivin, Bitch I'm from Cleveland

Damn that’s prolly why I'm so cold

Yea that’s prolly why I'm so cold

Hands up high here we go