Cold Like December lyrics

[Intro]
Twerk, alright?
I'ma show y'all boys how to drip
Yeah, outer space (What?)

[Chorus]
Neck cold like December, uh (Yeah)
This December, 'cember, ah
I can f*ck your b*tch for dinner, ah (Burr)
I'm the first n*gga rockin' VETEMENTS, yeah (What?)
She know I'm the king, Simba, ayy (Slatt)
Told the b*tch she could just misbehave
Told the girl that she better behave
Twelve bags by December (Yeah)
I can get a girl out them bummy rags
Give her Chanel below thе waist
All these n*ggas, I swear thеy switch ways
I start seeing sh*t you can't see (Yeah)
b*tch, I get too geeked, start seeing six (Stoner)
b*tch, I get too geeked, turn Chief Keef (Damn)
Too much money, I'm running, yeah
We got the boys that ain't folding, yeah

[Verse 1]
Look in my eye and it's golden, yeah (Yeah)
All in the game, man, we run it, yeah
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah (Uh)
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah (I got)
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah (Beep)
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah (Beep)
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah (Beep)
I got your b*tch and she runnin', yeah
She cannot take it, she runnin', yeah (Lil Uzi)
I get the paper, I make it, ayy (Lil Uzi)
I f*ck your b*tch in the basement, ayy
She cannot come to my room, ayy (No)
I get so geeked off the shroom, yeah (Huh)
Hit a n*gga with a broom, yeah
Know that that sh*t a street sweeper, yeah
Got your b*tch on it, won't speak up, yeah (Outer space)
I got your b*tch, she a tweaker, uh
She like me 'cause of the speakers, ayy (Phew)
I hit that b*tch, I'm a hitter, ayy
I might just drive in a foreign, yeah
My foreign is not a rented, ayy (What?)
'Cause my windows, them b*tches tinted, yeah
These n*ggas, they is so fake, ayy (What?)
These n*ggas not rich forever, ayy (f*ck 'em)
I get the guap 'cause I'm on it, ayy
I got a choppa with beam, yeah
I f*ck your b*tch in the middle, ayy (Yeah)
Oreo, right in the cream, yeah
I get the guap and I'm winnin', ayy (What?)
I get the guap and I'm winnin', ayy (Yeah)
I got a stick with a stick, ayy
I got your b*tch on my di*k, ayy (Ayy)
I get the guap when I'm on it, ayy (Grrah)
I don't need money, my n*gga, ayy
I just spend money, my n*gga, ayy (I like)
I get the guap, went to trick her, ayy
Why these boys, they is so mad? Ayy
'Cause these boys, they is my sons, ayy (Huh)
"Lil Uzi, I am your dad," ayy
Drive around right in a Jag', sike (Okay)
[Chorus]
Neck cold like December, uh (Yeah)
This December, 'cember, ah
I can f*ck your b*tch for dinner, ah (Burr)
I'm the first n*gga rockin' VETEMENTS, yeah (What?)
She know I'm the king, Simba, ayy (Slatt)
Told the b*tch she could just misbehave
Told the girl that she better behave
Twelve bags by December (Yeah)
I can get a girl out them bummy rags
Give her Chanel below the waist
All these n*ggas, I swear they switch ways
I start seeing sh*t you can't see (Yeah)
b*tch, I get too geeked, start seeing six (Stoner)
b*tch, I get too geeked, turn Chief Keef (Damn)
Too much money, I'm running, yeah
We got the boys that ain't folding, yeah

[Verse 2]
This is a brand new Lamb', ayy (Skrr)
Got your b*tch on me, like, "Damn," ayy (Skrr)
I do not pop no, no Xan', ayy (Skrr)
I might just tweak off the Perc', ayy (Skrr)
Got your b*tch on me, like, "Work," ayy (Work)
I got the paper, I'm with it, ayy
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm— (Bah)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm winnin', yeah
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich (Fah)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, yeah (Millions)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh (Millions)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh (Billions)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh (Millions)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh (Millions)
These n*ggas mad over a b*tch, uh (b*tch)
These n*ggas mad over a b*tch, uh
He mad 'cause I f*cked his b*tch, uh (Yeah)
He mad 'cause she suck my di*k, uh (Damn)
I get the guap in the whip, uh (Whip)
Move around, drive it one time, uh
I gave that sh*t to my mom, uh
My whip, that b*tch lemon lime, uh
I think that I lost my mind, uh (What?)
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, ayy
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh
These n*ggas mad 'cause I'm rich, uh
Drive around right in a—, uh
Drive around right in some sh*t, uh (b*tch)
Drive around right in some sh*t, uh
That you can't even pronounce, uh (Uh)
That you can't even afford, uh
Told that boy, I'm all aboard, uh
I can just get all the guap, uh (Uh)
I can just phone you right home, uh
I can just get all the guap, uh (b*tch)
I can just get all the guap, uh
I can just get all the guap, uh
I could just stack it a lot, uh
[Chorus]
Neck cold like December, uh (Yeah)
This December, 'cember, ah
I can f*ck your b*tch for dinner, ah (Burr)
I'm the first n*gga rockin' VETEMENTS, yeah (What?)
She know I'm the king, Simba, ayy (Slatt)
Told the b*tch she could just misbehave
Told the girl that she better behave
Twelve bags by December (Yeah)
I can get a girl out them bummy rags
Give her Chanel below the waist
All these n*ggas, I swear they switch ways
I start seeing sh*t you can't see (Yeah)
b*tch, I get too geeked, start seeing six (Stoner)
b*tch, I get too geeked, turn Chief Keef (Damn)
Too much money, I'm running, yeah
We got the boys that ain't folding, yeah

[Verse 3]
Might just get all the knots
Whether these n*ggas, they gonna just like it or not (They like or not)
I will never let a n*gga put the stick in my pot (Ayy)
'Cause everything I do for mine, ayy
I get the guap all the time, uh
All my boys covered in slime, uh
Why these boys, they think I'm lyin', uh (What?)
You know I chill with the gang, uh (Yeah)
Everything they bang, I bang, uh
My n*ggas, they do the same, uh
Tell me, why these n*ggas changed?
Probably because of the fame
Skoloct bag made of white gold
I told 'em, "Flood the whole thing," yeah
I put diamonds in my rings, I put diamonds in my chains (Yeah)
Add the rose gold, uh, that's what make it do the thing, yeah
I called my jeweler, tell 'em to flood the whole thing (Elliot)
Nowadays, I'm my own shooter, diamonds, they Elli' and Wang, yeah
Elli' and Wang, yeah, everything Alexander Wang, yeah
I got a cougar, she not even from this Earth, uh (Outer space)
She just my shooter, I'ma just give her a purse, uh
I'd come to your world, but I know it's gon' hurt
I'm from outer space, no, I am not from Earth (No)
I get super geeked up (Super geeked up), know I had to go alone, uh (Yeah)
Had to go alone, uh, these n*ggas, they is my clones, uh (What?)
Die VLONE, 1600 in my stone, uh (Yeah)
You don't like us? Got your b*tch all on my nuts, yeah (Damn)
It can get rough, don't act like you can't get touched, yeah (Frrah)
Drippin' a lot, your b*tch said lately I been drippin' a lot, yeah (What?)
Trippin' or not, I got your b*tch on me, trippin' or not, yeah (She trippin')
Prada my, uh, got Balenciaga all on my sock, yeah (I'm drippin')
Your girl on my jock, but no, no, no, it is not, um, going down, yeah
[Chorus]
Neck cold like December, uh (Yeah)
This December, 'cember, ah
I can f*ck your b*tch for dinner, ah (Burr)
I'm the first n*gga rockin' VETEMENTS, yeah (What?)
She know I'm the king, Simba, ayy (Slatt)
Told the b*tch she could just misbehave
Told the girl that she better behave
Twelve bags by December (Yeah)
I can get a girl out them bummy rags
Give her Chanel below the waist
All these n*ggas, I swear they switch ways
I start seeing sh*t you can't see (Yeah)
b*tch, I get too geeked, start seeing six (Stoner)
b*tch, I get too geeked, turn Chief Keef (Damn)
Too much money, I'm running, yeah
We got the boys that ain't folding, yeah