Celcius

[Verse]
Damn my wrist so cold
It's like 6C
Why your bitch so bold
Boy she shifty
And she hit my line
Now she with me
She do lines and I thought she was Whitney
Seen her with 5 guys in a 6-seat
Got mob ties now the whole gang is with me
What’s real will exist
Now only fake against me
I'm driving in coupes and you know you'll never rent these
I’m not talking A1 'Raris
I'm talking Bentley's
I'll laugh in your face if you pull in with a benzie
I never sip lean
Ain't tryna die at 16
If I'm with ride or dies you know I'll try and keep my lips clean
Got mad hoes that can’t believe that I’m rich ay
She got no clothes now her best friend is with me
I drop mad bands to make sure that her rent paid
I'll throw some hands if you try to get my main laid
It’s my life I'm gonna live it full throttle
Man I got mad strife but I don't take it to the bottle
All I got's this mic, not a ’Rari or a model
But I got mad hoes that'll lick, suck, and swallow
Pussy got barcodes
Now it's scan, swipe, and wallow
And I got these stacks
Boatloads
I won the lotto
Insta got mad hoes that only ask me for a follow
But it's just gold diggers who wanna take me on my motto
I don't take no bitches over gang and that's a promise
Man she got back pains, from my dick if I'll be honest
Now I got mad gains from this heat that I been dropping
Boy get out my lane if you think that I'll be stopping
Yeah