Intro Chillin with my— uh Chillin with my feet up Ima load the Nina oh Ohno no Ah Smokin Cookie Crisp Smokin Cookie Crisp Stupid bitch smokin Cookie Crisp Huh Chorus Chillin with my feet up Heard she wanna kick it come here Mrs FIFA Ima fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy she gon do the white like Justin Bieber But Ima pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huhhuh hey chillin in my Rari with my heater Huhhuh hey cause niggas they be hatin for no reason Huh hey cause every season moneymaking season Aint no broke nigga still having cold cold winters Verse 1 Huhhuh ohoh My life been a wild ride You try me and you gon die My killers come from the Eastside Thats what you fail to realize Your fake homies cant save you from the real guys And we aint serving no time for our crimes Its cause the whole world mine its all mine So if you get out of line you gettin flatlined Ridin round LA with mine throwing up gang signs In my crib I keep a stash a couple Glock9s And a bag of pills cause we living in high tide Chorus Chillin with my feet up Heard she wanna kick it come here Mrs FIFA Ima fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy she gon do the white like Justin Bieber But Ima pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huhhuh hey chillin in my Rari with my heater Huhhuh hey cause niggas they be hatin for no reason Huh hey cause every season moneymaking season Aint no broke nigga still having coldcold winters Verse 2 Dope smoked pills popped guns tote PTSD is real no joke ASAP need pills pronto Percs secured Im finna splurge If I dont have them pills Ima start up a purge Huh yeah yeehaw cowboy we gone A215 have me dreamin Cant feel no pain I mean it Im out of my brain Acenac The shit you never seen bitch I seen it I mean it They was holding me down counting me out Now Im on top Im in the clouds Still have my demons all around daytoday I slay em down I numb the pain with the drugs and sex Fucking that bitch so good like Wow Just like How I dont know how I think about Perc 30s then smile Since I got some money now Im known to throw a couple things I throw hands I throw bands Dont throw in the towel And I dont throw shade Ill throw them shells if I need it I wont throw your heart bae I mean it Im gettin high like Bonaparte In the fast lane Im speedin Chorus Heard she wanna kick it come here Mrs FIFA Ima fuck her good and give her jungle fever Ayy she gon do the white like Justin Bieber But Ima pour up Actavis like Justin Bieber Huhhuh hey chillin in my Rari with my heater Huhhuh hey cause niggas they be hatin for no reason Huh hey cause every season moneymaking season Aint no broke nigga still having coldcold winters (Still coldcold winters)

Cold Winters lyrics