Cold

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah that bitch cold Think I'm made of gold Thinking I won't hold, I won't fold Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah Now they wonder why I'm getting lit Now they wonder why I'm getting lit In that brand new whip, I let it rip Give my boy a snip, never gonna take a sip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah that bitch cold Think I'm made of gold Thinking I won't hold, I won't fold Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah, yeah Said I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah Yeah, it's Young Base