Winter Time Chip

[Hook]
Yeah, in the winter time, it gets cold
Tracksuits, boots and coats
I do mic and my friends do road
In the summertime, they've got snow
Year 9, started doing my thing
Year 10, hit school in my Timbs
Year 11, in a league of my own
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Bringing that heat again
Like we're back on Heat FM (mic check, 1-2)
Trust me, the winter's cold
Chipmunk's got the heat for them (fire)
Taking shots, I'm Luke Cage
If I dish them out, I'm on Arsenal (cannon)
If I lick that shot, I will harm you
Football head like Hey, Arnold
King of my, king of my
King of my castle (royal)
Delivery on Royal Mail
I'll write a bomb and pass the parcel (hold that, fam)
Mad ting sad ting
The game's cold, I adapted
Gelled in any habitat that I tapped in
Checked out when I cashed in
Yeah, Finsbury Park, check T, get shaped nice
On the 406 on a late night
West End, chopsticks on a date night (swag)
Fly boy getting ras cuh I spray nice
Mad hours I be putting in work like a trap boy
Vampire ting, I hate daytime (yeah)
Man engage when I gauge mine
Pull up on the set and just spray like