text: Sun is down, freezin cold
  Thats how we already know winters here
  My dawg would prolly do it for a Louis belt
  Thats just all he know, he dont know nothin else
  I tried to show em, yeah
  I tried to show em, yeah, yeah
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Gone on you with the pick and roll
  Young LaFlame, he in sicko mode
  Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
  At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
  Yeah, Jump Out boys, thats Nike boys, hoppin out coupеs
  This shit way too big, when we pull up give mе the loot
  Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
  Had to hit my old town to duck the news
  Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
  Now its 4AM and Im back up poppin with the crew
  I just landed in, Chase B mixes pop like Jamba Juice
  Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin fruits
  And they chokin, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
  Some-some-some, someone said
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  P-p-playin for keeps, dont play us for weak 
  To win the retreat, we all in too deep
  P-p-playin for keeps, dont play us for weak 
  This shit way too formal, yall know I dont follow suit
  Stacey Dash, most of these girls aint got a clue
  All of these hoes I made off records I produced
  I might take all my exes and put em all in a group
  Hit my esés, I need the bootch
  Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
  Told her, Hop in, you comin too
  In the 305, bitches treat me like Im Uncle Luke
  Had to slop the top off, its just a roof 
  She said, Where we goin? I said, The moon
  We aint even make it to the room
  She thought it was the ocean, its just the pool
  Now I got her open, its just the Goose
  Who put this shit together? Im the glue 
  Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
  Someone said 
  Someone said, motherfuck what someone said
  Yeah
  Astro
  Yeah, yeah
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up 
  Shes in love with who I am
  Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance 
  Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hands
  I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
  Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah
  Like a light, ayy, yeah
  Like a light, ayy
  Slept through the flight, ayy
  Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
  This shit got double bedroom, man
  I still got scores to settle, man
  I crept down the block , made a right 
  Cut the lights , paid the price 
  Niggas think its sweet , its on sight 
  Nothin nice , baguettes in my ice 
  Jesus Christ , checks over stripes 
  Thats what I like , thats what we like 
  Lost my respect, you not a threat
  When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like Im Sheck 
  See the shots that I took , wet like Im Book 
  Wet like Im Lizzie, I be spinnin Valley
  Circle blocks til Im dizzy 
  Like where is he? 
  No one seen him 
  Im tryna clean em 
  Shes in love with who I am
  Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
  Now I hit the FBO with duffles in my hand 
  I did half a Xan, thirteen hours til I land
  Had me out like a light, like a light
  Like a light, like a light
  Like a light , like a light
  Like a light
  Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly
  Sendin texts, aint sendin kites, yeah
  He said, Keep that on lock
  I said, You know this shit, its stife, yeah
  Its absolute , Im back reboot 
  LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah 
  We back on the road, they jumpin off, no parachute, yeah
  Shawty in the back
  She said she workin on her glutes, yeah 
  Aint by the book, yeah
  This how it look, yeah
  Bout a check, yeah
  Just check the foots, yeah
  Pass this to my daughter, Ima show her what it took 
  Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook, yeah
  Ye-ag