Cold Outside BBG Steppaa & DD Osama

[Intro: BBG Steppaa]
Ayy, look, like (Yo, Lucas, you heard?)
Face got in his-
Face got in his- (Hardheaded, baby)
Face got in his-
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus: BBG Steppaa]
It's gettin' cold outside, and foenem still tryna make shit bleed
Every pole outside, bitch you know I love to see them G's
We got hoes in line, and they tryna help us stuff shit with this heat
Plus, we roll in silence, pussy boy, we pluck if you speak

[Verse 1: BBG Steppaa]
We shoot shit on purpose, buddy nervous, yeah I just got that drop
Fell in love with murders, I be splurging, yeah I just got that Glock
Hell yeah, we up for certain, you ain't heard, lil' bitch wе poppin' tops
He did what on Bergen, supеr ass, hopped out and dropped the rock
Switchy in my backpack, gon' head and try me cuz
Bro put fifty in his dad cap, turn bro to zombie cuz
And when that fully hit him, he had flashbacks, fucked his designer up
Bro ain't no rookie, really shoot like Mad Max, tryna spot and drop a thug
I walk through New York real comfortable
Boy you know I ain't duckin' you
They steady saying, that they on a hunt for who?
Boy you know I'ma dump it too
Toting a trumpet, and a fucking flute
Walk down, bet I bust at your crew
Opps getting left all up under the shoe
And we stomping on shit, yeah it's a boot