Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah that bitch cold
Think I'm made of gold
Thinking I won't hold, I won't fold
Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah
Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah
Now they wonder why I'm getting lit
Now they wonder why I'm getting lit
In that brand new whip, I let it rip
Give my boy a snip, never gonna take a sip
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah that bitch cold
Think I'm made of gold
Thinking I won't hold, I won't fold
Was told I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said I wouldn't make it, yeah, yeah
Yeah, it's Young Base