Wrap up Freestyle Ross Colder

Colder bring the breeze in
Been on the street before that twinkle in yours dads eye
You won't hear that I'm not leaving
Soon blow see me salute no magpie
There with my zoot colds mad high
Shooters but you won't see his piece like a fat guy
Pissed that his wifey knows that I'm that guy
Its that size, feel it in her gut like a bad vibe

G's that can't show their face in my videos its that peak
Saink like Wiley the way they roll that deep
Been running them tracks like a athlete
Holler at the goons come through like a stampede
Being broke is like a bad dream
So tired of dealing with dam feans
Feds give me bracelets, man I got my own pee
I always get my Bluetooth headset hands free

Swear down I was gone for ages
Out in that country trying to make Gibbs
Boydem wanna stop my wages
Because they know that I deal like Johnny Vegas
When I get on the playlist
Have your bitch getting whipped like dominatrix
The grinds not complicated
Dons in the kitchen he ain't got a apron