Xavier Wulf - Word To The Rookie

I told you niggas bout trying
To stand the cold he went too far now he
Can't find his way home
Caraco cold stones all over my coat
Switch it back
Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga
They say woe don't swing
I said I won't but let 'em know
If I gotta do it I'ma glue him to the floor
Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door
I can't let you shaky
Flakey niggas sneak aboard

I ain't got my sandals and my
Shorts but I'm they father
Why they hating on me
Better stop before we start something
Racing flag blowing in the
Wind they said encore
She said can we chill I said
I'm cold enough without ya', thank ya'
I don't let these hoes tear my house up
Leave them damn shoes at the door
Don't make me Uncle Phil you out cuh
I don't give no fuck bout
What your spouse does
Bring it back to me I'll show ya'
Real quick how we don't equal up
I'm young and doing good like
Fam was hoping for
And I ain't gon' let you take it
Make me take your ass and break it boy
Your bitch jumped on my ship
Look how she scream Ahoy
Now watch how we enjoy
I'm smoking blunts while I beat your boy

I told you niggas bout trying
To stand the cold he went too far now he
Can't find his way home
Caraco cold stones all over my coat
Switch it back
Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga
They say woe don't swing
I said I won't but let 'em know
If I gotta do it I'ma glue him to the floor
Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door
I can't let you shaky
Flakey niggas sneak aboard

Written by:
Brenden Murray, Xavier Beard

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