Cold Til I Die (feat. Kid Kylo)

Cold til I die Really 5'7 but I feel like 6'5 Getting all the girls cuz I've never been shy Got the blonde hair nice teeth brown eyes I can take your girly and I wouldn't have to try And then we pass her back cuz I never got the time I can do it all eyes closed hands tied I can run it all night til we outside Say she want an athlete With good hands Say we hit the West Coast A good tan Say she wanna laugh a lot A good mans Honey I got what you need plus I got a few bands Posted out in Malibu Big vibes Shorty hidden in the Hills Big buys Shorty working in the gym Big thighs Come and catch us at the crib Poolside Savage individual keep the bullshit to minimum Got so many chains on you think I'm a criminal Got the garden out back Everything is medicinal Couple hundred on the dash All that is digital So she running to the bank smoking on that original Even on an empty tank and I'm leaving you critical Sipping on Pinnacle got her sucking like a tentacle My girl went on a date and the bitches were identical Like a twin engine they getting my attention Fucking a bad bitch in the back of a Benz and we wrecked it Car cost more than my pension Now that you mention the drugs that I took got me switching dimensions Just robbed a crib and his bitch in my mentions Now pay for the job I just came for redemption His car in the ditch I guess now I'm ascending My wrist cold like polar ice She blacked out like my suit and tie Bentayga parked by the DB9 I lock them both then I go inside I hit the alarm and I'm hitting it raw My head hit the pillow my girl hit a yawn I woke to a sound that I heard from downstairs I put on my boots and I'm racking the gun My spirit been lacking I'm tryna be mindful All dividends that I spent on a rifle Ivory towers Eye on the Eiffel Even when I'm living in my head Imma smile Even when I'm headed to the court Imma style Christian Dior Win another trial But everybody lose from time to time If you can't meet your burden then there isn't a crime Then I saw the broken glass on the floor The car port empty the Benzo gone But I had an Airtag stashed in the airbag so I'm hopping In the Aston and I'm coming for blood High speed chase Hot pursuit of the music Imma make this motherfucker face Got him in a ditch laying next to a dead bitch Rack the four-five now he sitting at the pearly gates