Cold Front - Xavier Wulf

Why the fuck they hatin' on me

I give no fuck, now I pull off with that ice on me

Pull up lookin' so good, she say yeah honey

Nigga why he mad, I pull off smokin' on some dumby

Now they sayin', damn whoa is you actin' funny

Then I pull off in my 40 or my 46E

She pulled up, she lookin' good, I say damn, woe is me

Who is who, then we jump back into the motherfuckin' streets

All my ice is on yeah, I’m still cold

Stone cold froze, everybody know

I’m still froze, stone cold cold

Everybody know, I’m still froze

I brought the ice with me, I put ice on anythang

I don’t give no fuck, go ask her too say the same, huh

Pull up yellin' who the fuck is you and what you came for?

Smokin' on some shit that make him fuck his mama’s name up

Gang bang on his main, bruh thought it was a game huh

Now he mad as fuck cause he can’t do a damn thing, yeah

Pull up to my squad, we send you back without your brain

He insane, why the hell he thought that we would bring no pain

No designer on my feet, but my shoes still be unique

I go Zegna, not Margielas;

you niggas behind me

I walk in and let the women come up and surround me

I pull up in cuttin' sections no suckers around me

Ay man, pay the rent before you go buy yourself jewelry

You niggas weak, you niggas broke, you niggas silly, yeah

I built this whole career with no damn deal, yeah

With no cosign, I’m on that grind, I keep it gritty, yeah

I’m TOG, I’m GOD, that’s why they fuck with me

They mad as fuck I say for what?

cause they can’t scuffle me

I pull off quick, what’s this, this bitch boy don’t mean nothin' to me, nigga