WINTERHOUSE

Art house colder than December on the 25th
If she tries to come and fuck my click she has to hit the bricks
Im too damn grown for these hoes on some simple shit
I have my own crib I do not care about your dimples bitch

Pop collection popping like some mf zits bitch
If she touch it without asking me she on the hit list

You gotta speak to the house before you gonna touch shit
You silly little dumb bitch
Do not make no assumptions

Art house iced out pulling up to the function
Mosh pits at the club we creating destruction
I’m not that nigga for the flexing or the fronting
Lil man wanna something his body gon malfunction

I just grab that boy by his throat
Smoke a blunt then
Throws his dead body on the pile with his other men
I Don’t gotta fake on my plate nor pretend
Cuz I keep real till the last day I’m breathing