Word to the Rookie - Xavier Wulf

I told you niggas bout trying to stand the cold

He went too far now he can’t find his way home

Caraco cold stones all over my coat

Switch it back, Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga

They say woe don’t swing, I said I won’t but let 'em know

If I gotta do it I’ma glue him to the floor (Nigga)

Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door (Ooh)

I can’t let you shaky flakey niggas sneak aboard

I ain’t got my sandals and my shorts but I’m they father (Yeah)

Why they hating on me (Yeah, yeah)

Better stop before we start something (Yeah, yeah)

Racing flag blowing in the wind they said encore

She said can we chill I said I’m cold enough without ya, thank ya

I don’t let these hoes tear my house up

Leave them damn shoes at the door (Yeah)

Don’t make me Uncle Phil you out, cuh

I don’t give no fuck 'bout what your spouse does

Bring it back to me, I’ll show ya real quick how we don’t equal up

I’m young and doin' good like fam was hopin' for

And I ain’t gon' let you take it

Make me take your ass and break it, boy

Your bitch jumped on my ship, look how she scream ahoy

Now watch how we enjoy

I’m smoking blunts while I beat your boy

I told you niggas bout trying to stand the cold

He went too far now he can’t find his way home

Caraco cold stones all over my coat

Switch it back, Snow Storm Style to your throat nigga

They say woe don’t swing, I said I won’t but let 'em know

If I gotta do it I’ma glue him to the floor

Lazy boy, plain Jane niggas hit the door

I can’t let you shaky flakey niggas sneak aboard