Mondo (feat. Burger)

So cold, nigga, ho ho. So cold like SoHo In the middle of the winter solstice, when it's hopeless And Balmain jeans turn missing when that ho hit yo line like "When we gonna really spend some time?" like I got too much on my mind, and my penis is stuck in recline When I beat it like Tyson, Madison Garden, the peak of his prime "J" in his prime; "J" from the line Illegal, he vocal recordings deported Depart with that liquor, that Henney My system's in need of that Henney. I need it, I need it Leanin' like Pisa, lean with that pizza Promethazine and supreme? Triple beams for the herbs and the seeds. Nigga too pretty You ain't bout shit. Nigga, swing but I won't flinch You a whole bitch. You a hoe bitch All my clothes circa '06 Circle 'round that profit then attach Seel a bag, and flip the whole brick Wholesale. Niggas do tell. Niggas do snitch Niggas ruthless. Niggas toothless Hey, bald head bitch look like Rufus Welcome to Pab's house, home of the roundhouse Bruh, is we recording? Big booty burgers on the grill, bad bitches at my crib, nigga How you feeling is not important And what I'm snorting It's none of your motherfucking business 'less you know where I can get this shit imported Bigger picture still clear, vision just distorted I've been working, moving weight like I'm not failing on my organs, y mi madre, and my classes Team thicker than molasses Blood thinners got me passing out in public, f*ck it All his acid in my stomach Still ponder how I overdosed and overflow yet never kick the bucket Chuck it on my list full of accomplishments, comma Got your bitch treating semen like a condiment All beef handled by the boss, let me be, little nigga This is not what you want, but this shit was fucking obvious