Cold Like Minnesota (Yung B Remix)

It get cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

It get cold like Michigan

That's where i've been

Yung B, 313, that's where I've hid

I'm still a kid, but your bitch give me top, I'm not talkin' lids

Not talkin' math class, but I'm countin' digits

These niggas are bitches

So I take em' for a walk

Stomp his ass out on the sidewalk then shoot his ass, rest in peace my nigga Tupac

You claim you a real nigga, but in the streets you a bitch, you a dog

You so pussy, I could take your broad, you a fraud,

And it get cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

It get cold like Michigan

I be shootin' with this glock 9, God, please forgive my sins

And he did, because I'm the god

She rode my cock like a hot-rod

Killed his ass then set it up to look like a suicide, I'm not talkin' Amanda Todd

This my squad, we runnin' around town nigga, or maybe we jog

My wordplay is insane, these niggas can't explain

How Yung B be rappin' like this,

Fuckin' up niggas brains

It's Yung B, but in real life, they call me Godlike

He look like a bitch, he look like a dyke

Bitch ass nigga is pussy, he scared, like a little tyke

I stole his fuckin' bike, then I skrt'd off the lot

Fry that niggas ass like a tator tot

Pop pop, these shots ring out, like a wrestling match

I fucked his bitch, and shot his ass, now he callin' for a rematch

So I'll leave him dead on the ground, pow pow pow, get off my dick

So much ice on me right now, i'm fuckin frostbit

And it gets cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

Cold like Michigan

It get cold like Michigan

You losin', and I win, bitch!