Hate When It’s Cold

[Intro]
Been a minute since I wasn't winnin' (Yeah)
Been a minute since I wasn't in it (Yeah)
Been a minute since I wasn't sinnin'
Been a minute since granny was grinnin' (Yeah)
Been a minute since I was down bad
I was broke than a bitch on my ass
They switch up when I got me some cash
They switched up when bro copped him a Jag' (A Jag')

[Pre-Chorus]
This year I'ma buy me a crib
Fuck it, might have me a kid
This year I might marry this bitch (Yeah)
This year I'ma take me a risk
This year I'ma bust down my wrist
This year I'ma bust down my bitch
Yeah, we goin' crazy with this
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Yeah)

[Chorus]
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Hell nah)
This year I ain't takin' no shit
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Hell nah)
This year I ain't takin' no shit
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Yeah, yeah)
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Yeah, yeah)
This year I ain't takin' no shit (Yeroc, Yeroc)
This year I ain't takin' no sh— (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse]
I hate when it's cold (Hate when it's cold)
I hate when you hang with that nigga that told
I'm on the road (Yeah)
Why ya in the left lane? Bitch, you too slow
I hate I'm off lean, uh, yeah (Yeah)
I hate when she keeps comin' up in my dreams
I'm like, "What do you mean?" (Yeah)
"Can you answer my question? Don't leave me on seen" (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got a .30 round clip and it's ready to pop (Ready to pop)
Double R, I keep a stick in the box (Stick in the box)
Spin on his block like we playin' slots
I don't get cold feet 'cause I sleep with my socks (Hell nah)
It's crazy but it's true (Crazy, true)
I'm in NYC and I'm lovin' the view (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
That boy dirty as hell, please don't step on my shoe (Ayy)
I know that you lyin', but we act like it's true (Yeah, ayy)
I know they envious, they try to catch me slippin' (Catch me sippin')
When them lights get behind me, you know that I'm dippin'
That bitch try to cross me, I thought she was Christian?
That bitch try to fuck me, I thought she was Christian? (Thought she was Christian)
Shorty got the tea, but can't buy a pack of Lipton (Hell nah)
In the back of the Porsche truck, no kizzy
And this GLOCK got a beam on it, I ain't missin'
I can put my whole team on, I ain't trippin'
Try to rob me, bro gon' have to find out where you stay (Yeah)
He stay that he tough, we gon' find out today (Yeah)
We don't aim at his body, we aim at his face (Yeah)
Put a switch on the GLOCK, I'ma shoot it like Mace
Ari told me, "Boy, just stay on yo' toes"
JB told me, "Boy, just stack up the rolls"
I swear to God I don't love on these hoes (Hell nah)
I pray to God she don't love on the bros (Yeah, bros)
I told my brother, "Let's go hit up Chase" (Go hit up Chase)
Let's bring in the racks today
Told a broke nigga, "Get out my face"
I ain't stoppin' for shit, please get out my way (Get out my way)

[Pre-Chorus]
This year you gon' get you a bag (Bag)
This year you gon' get off yo' ass (Yo' ass)
This year you ain't comin' in last (Nah)
This year you ain't goin' out sad

[Chorus]
This year you ain't takin' no shit
This year you ain't takin' no shit
This year you ain't takin' no shit
This year you ain't takin' no shit

[Outro]
Uh, shit
Takin' no shit, uh
This year you ain't takin' no shit