Cold Front

(Intro) (Beat starts with a haunting, simple piano loop and skittering hi-hats. A deep 808 bass rumbles underneath.) 21... 21... Yeah. On God. Pussy.

[Verse 1] AP skeleton, see the gears through the face (On God) Put him on a stretcher, put his mans in his place (Straight up) Richard Mille plastic, paid a mil' for the case Used to keep a dirty pistol in a pillowcase (21) Now the pillowcases satin, I can't even get to sleep Got a multi-million dollar mansion but the trauma runnin' deep Count a quarter million cash before I even brush my teeth (Facts) Put a silencer on it, you won't even hear a peep

[Pre-Chorus] They see the Cullinan parked in the front of the spot They don't know about the bodies and the blocks that was hot They just see the ice, they don't see the price, pussy Knife talk, Slaughter Gang, yeah that's on my life, pussy

[Chorus] New watch, cold front, got the whole room frozen (Frozen) Old Glock, cold heart, from the life I was chosen (Chosen) Yeah, cold front, make 'em shiver when we slide in (Slide) Went from kickin' doors to watchin' all the cash pile in (21) This a cold front, VVS's hittin', make you squint up Got a cold heart, he was talkin' hot until we zipped him up

[Verse 2] My main girl a ten, but my side girl a twenty-one (Facts) Got so many chains on, I could probably go and fence me one (On God) You cuffin' on that girl, we just passed her 'round for fun My youngin' got a drum and it ain't for playin' percussion (Brrrt) I don't do discussion, I don't do receipts I just send a wire, now your family pickin' wreaths (Pussy) Used to have to run from 'em, now I pay the police Used to have to starve, now it's wagyu beef, it's a feast

[Pre-Chorus] They see the condo views from the top of the spot They don't know about the shootouts in the parking lot They just see the ice, they don't see the price, pussy Knife talk, Slaughter Gang, yeah that's on my life, pussy

[Chorus] New watch, cold front, got the whole room frozen (Frozen) Old Glock, cold heart, from the life I was chosen (Chosen) Yeah, cold front, make 'em shiver when we slide in (Slide) Went from kickin' doors to watchin' all the cash pile in (21) This a cold front, VVS's hittin', make you squint up Got a cold heart, he was talkin' hot until we zipped him up

(Outro) Straight up. Cold front. Yeah. Whole lotta money... whole lotta bodies. (The 808 and drums cut out, leaving the haunting piano loop to play and fade.)