Yeah, yeah it's cold outside I got my head itching I don't get no money, I don't care about no man living Rick coming out, fuck a registration Stolen place we double up, I wonder if He knows coming I can sense fear, and I can see him shaking See him rumbling I'm trying to play it cool, but want to bust a move I ain't trying to be in booking, I'm on my ones and twos I ain't gotta use a mask niggas know I did it I had to tint on my windows they knowing how I'm living Shake His hand and peep the scene And get a mental picture Grab him with the left, and use the right That nigga hold the pistol keep it smooth Give me anything before your family miss you I don't give a fuck about you please And I ain't tryna hear you Pockets in the council snatch them out the car Stand in don't run, you won't make it far Don't play with me, this shit a clap round of applause I leave you dead, and go to jail still stand tall I gat the par, I gat the money, I got His black too I broke His phone jump into His car And Took His car too Partners can't call my bitch Praying that she fall through It's my baby, that's my bitch My bro be falling too Got His aunty on the line, She like who's calling you?