"Hypothermia" lyrics

[Don Trip:]
Yeah
Yeah
Don't mind me
Yeah
Yeah (That nigga Ladd got the juice, fool)

Yes
I got a mountain of shit to pay for, promise you pussy ain't on the list
I grabbed the rod and learned to fish and, bitch, I ain't been hungry since
AK with two mags taped together, my banana split
Got that hammer on me right now, bitch, I'm too legit to quit
I don't know where I would be right now if a nigga ain't had no kids
Sticks and stones ain't break our bones, we slangin' stones and carry sticks
What you wan' be when you grow up? I told 'em fuckin' filthy rich
Stuck my heart inside the freezer, now let's see how cold it get

You got the sniffles, we wipe your nose, I never count my highs and lows
3 in the morning, I'm leaving the 'yo, walk in, my wife gon' jump out her robe
Took her to Goyard, two of everything like Noah's Ark
Hatin'-ass nigga, I'm out your reach, might send you niggas a postcard
I'm in that water like coast guard, blade on me, baby, it's razor-sharp
Shout out my big brother, he move more white than a motherfuckin' trailer park
Poverty made us the way we are, I shine so bright, I can play in the dark
Even though life's a bitch, I love my bitch, no way I trade it with y'all

Yes
I got a mountain of shit to pay for, promise you pussy ain't on the list
Grabbed the rod and learned to fish and, bitch, I ain't been hungry since
AK with two mags taped together, my banana split
Got that hammer on me right now, bitch, I'm too legit to quit
I don't know where I would be right now if a nigga ain't had no kids
Sticks and stones ain't break our bones, we slangin' stones and carry sticks
What you wan' be when you grow up? I told 'em fuckin' filthy rich
Stuck my heart inside the freezer, now let's see how cold it get

[Jae Fitz:]
Ayy, and I'm cold as shit, you ain't met a nigga cold as this
For thinkin' I'ma just go and trick, ho, you gotta be slow as shit
And askin' Fitz to hold somethin', shawty, you better hold this dick
"Now move, bitch, I got dough to get," that's what I told a bitch, yeah
And I got that for them rap cats that yap-yap
And that's that, thing go bap-bap, then you go nap-nap
So back back 'cause we strapped, jack, just like backpacks
And that's facts, gettin' chips like Rap Snacks, this ain't no rap cap

[Psyko Notch:]
The sky is the limit, fuck ridin' a Bentley 'cause I never gave a fuck 'bout an image
My mind's on millions, I don't want no dealings if I can't benefit or feed my children
Though I look clean, my past is blemished and most of my friends are locked up in prison
So fuck how you feel and stay out your feelings
All the shit I been through, I'm blessed to be living
Niggas so cap like a P90, all of these rappers so poo ninety
My jewelry rare like a tsunami
Don't need a nigga to cosign me, I keep the stick in my coat lining, hey
Like Harry Potter, I pull it and point it and turn your lil' ass to a nobody
If we got smoke, you gon' know 'bout it, pull up and get your shit rerouted
Fuck all the talking, let's see 'bout it

[Don Trip:]
I got a mountain of shit to pay for, promise you pussy ain't on the list
I grabbed the rod and learned to fish and, bitch, I ain't been hungry since
AK with two mags taped together, my banana split
Got that hammer on me right now, lil' bitch, I'm too legit to quit
I don't know where I would be right now if a nigga ain't had no kids
Sticks and stones ain't break our bones, we slangin' stones and carry sticks
What you wan' be when you grow up? I told 'em fuckin' filthy rich
Stuck my heart inside the freezer, now let's see how cold I get

Yeah
Yeah
Stuck my heart back in the freezer, now let's— long live Pif