Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold with my Gs, in the cold
We supplying you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, when I'm juiced, oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my G's are together

Take the scale out the cupboard, hit the block then I flood it
New watch looking flooded, paigons watching all gutted
Look at all this white on my clothes, I ain't got time for them hoes
Looking like it snowed in the kitchen, I spent all night by the stove
Heard these niggas wanna run up on me, you niggas better not roll with nanks
Broke rappers talking 'bout yay, I really got Rolls Royce stamps
Niggas act hard all on the net, but when that gun blast you better run fast
Got my first check and like Spike Lee, I did the right thing I gave my mum half

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, when I'm juiced, oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my G's are together

She the sweetest of females, big bump oh gosh, let me test my luck
This is a gorgeous one, baby it's S, this is some gorgeous bud
She a real naughty one, she said S you're a rebel
She said S you don't give two fucks, ok, ok, my love
Now suck me off, let me spark my skud
They start soft, you dots in the morning, two long ones get a big boy touched
Touched, touched, touched, ay
I think I know what they want, I think I know (I think I know)
I buss the AM pack and put it to their nose

I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold with my G's, in the cold
We supply you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, when I'm juiced, oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my G's are together

I don't know what you want, I don't know
I just be trapping and jugging, I just be trapping and jugging
Broke niggas can't do me nu'un, broke niggas can't tell me nu'un
And I can't even be in public and I just think I blew your budget
I don't father too many, I'mma pull me up a Henny
Oh my, oh my
Feds coming, stash the readies
Say you got racks, don't believe 'em
You niggas ain't act like I need 'em
I had to link up with Nina
This a banger for your speaker

I don't know what they want, I don't know
In the cold with my G's, in the cold
We supply you the ting, in the snow
I think I know what they want, I think I know, yeah

I can smoke for your whole fucking ends
On the low, got the woah in the Benz
Only bros, I got no fucking friends
'Cause I don't trust 'em, no fucking chance
Buss a move, when I'm juiced, oh my
In a coupe, getting whoop, from your wife
She was yours, but she loose, now she mine
From the roots to the roof, all my G's are together

Copyright: Sentric Music, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Spirit Music Group
Writer(s): Adam Simon, Courtney Leon Freckleton, Ellis Cruickshank Taylor, Maleik Michael Mason