Lyrics: Matthew Treasure-lee Young
Music: Markus Müller
Bitch im cold
Bitch im bad
How u gon talk your shit like that
I get the money real quick like bam
Gut a hole your bitch a lamb
Yall aint grow you peter pan
How u gon talk your shit like that
Boy u on toxic shit u bad
Whole world on drugs
Whole world gon cap
Psycho my bitch she wan **** in a mask
I make decisions yeah i make a plan
Hold on finna **** w a hoe
I got money in my pants make my dick look grown
Like damn
Finna **** w the band
You gon run up my change
She aint know what happen
And i know my bank
And i know my bands
And i know im a rude boy like god damn
And ik my luger shoot you bam
I dont **** w the feds
If im ever one of them you can shoot me dead
Am i ever on my **** shit mostly zen
Tell em everyone im ****ing count like 10
I be coming out the mud bitch
Feel it in my head like a dome like gunship
Bitch im cold
Bitch im bad
How u gon talk your shit like that
I get the money real quick like bam
Gut a hole your bitch a lamb
Bitch im cold
Bitch im bad
How u gon talk your shit like that
I get the money real quick like bam
Bitch im cold bitch im bad
How u gon talk your shit like that
How u gon talk your shit like that
How u gon talk you shit like that
How u gon talk your shit like that
Yeah real shit this time
**** everything you think you ****ing mean
You a bitch
Im feeling cold like fit
Whatchu talk no you a bitch
Counting to 3 like pick up sticks
Ima shoot in the head like i come w a kick
U got me on the floor i bite my lip
She a mf hoe w thighs and hips
When im mf home ima light my cig
Yeha i got him in his home he blind as shit
Bitch im cold
Bitch im bad
How u gon talk your shit like that
I get the money real quick like bam
Gut a hole your bitch a lamb