35 Degrees

It's like thirty-five degrees, it's like thirty-five degrees All this frost on my neck, it's like thirty-five degrees Bitch, we doing backwoods, I ain't talkin' trees Bitch, play with me, we gon' flick em' like some fleas Promethazine, double cups and some lean Bad thot hoes, they gon' bust it to they knees Heartbroken shit, almost turned me to the streets Imma thug it out, cause them bitches ain't like me And my brother, he my everything, he always slide with me My man Nic, real lean and liquor We might take your bitch, to a rich bitch dinner She gon' sign my autograph with a pretty picture He gon' talk her up, take her home, and dick her Met some fine shits, off Twitter I'ma fly her out, so she unzip my zipper From the A, skinny waist and a stripper Black bitch, red lipstick, with some glitter I'ma throw some hundreds just to get the club hyped Take the crop top off, then I gave her pipe There's ice outside, I'm covered in ice There ain't no price, for the damage in my mind All this frost on my neck, it's like 35 degrees Bitch we doin' backwoods, I ain't talkin' trees Bitch play with me, we gon' flick em' like some fleas Promethazine, double cup, and and some lean Bad thot hoes, they gon' bust it to they knees Bust it to they knees Bust it to they knees It's like 35 degrees It's like 35 degrees