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 sh*t
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 pus*y 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 sh*t 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 sh*t 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 sh*t from the jump, can’t try to walk on me
These percs I pop be f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' up my lungs, for real don't know why I keep smokin'
Me and my b*tch 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 pus*y 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 sh*t 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