Cold Outside Lyrics

[Intro]

(Husalah speaking in Arabic: Bismillah Ar-Rahim…)

Yo, yo, seem like these suckas and these hopers

Start to hatin' over a hustlas

'Cause they blind and they can't make it in the struggle

So many real ones in the place where I left at

Soon as I come back, I see less hustle

When the realness stop, all this fake shit killin' the guap



[Pre-Chorus]

I know you know what I'm here for

I don't feel them chills, you'll see then flash then you feel them shine



[Chorus]

Once again it's on, I swear to God I'm a mobsta

Even to the neck, late night, I keep my choppa

If they want funk then I'ma serve 'em propa

Hit 'em wit' that choppa, 'cause once again that's on my life I'm a mobsta



[Post-Chorus]

Even when it's cold outside, I'm out here, out here

Niggas want war, I'ma be right there, I'm right there, right there

They say they want war, they keep hidin' and runnin'

We no chat about that, oh yes we come through there



[Verse 1]

One thing about the Hus, yo I live for this shit

You see that 30 clip bitch I'm givin' out gifts

Yeah we come for the smother, my tears for yo motha

This world so cold, gunshots for your brotha

You shoulda really, really knew not to play wit' me

Blame ya self when ya head bust, don't put the blame on me

Even when it's cold outside, I'm out chea, out chea

This world so cold, we grew up poor, so we hustle

It's like they beg me to say sorry, 'cause I'm in the worry

I keep it solace, keep mobbin' like the ones before me

Deep in that heart, I know they weak man I know they story

Never speak on the street shit we eat wit'

You can run for your life but your murder's no secret

I look and now ya hidin' I know you're not one for dyin'

But we no play fossy game dat where I'm from

Cross the game say my name you delete wood

Them searchin', what you gon' do now?

They wanna hunt you, yes we out now

We no confused, it's the MOB tho' shittin on you suckas is our first move

Chalk the blue room, with the long thing I cruise

On sight knock 'em out his shoes



[Pre-Chorus]

I know you know what I'm here for, I feel them chills

You see the flash, then you feel them shine



[Chorus]

Once again it's on, I swear to God I'm a mobsta

Even to the neck, late night, I keep my choppa

If they want funk bruh I'ma serve 'em propa

Hit 'em wit' that choppa, 'cause once again

Oh yes it's the MOB bruh, MOB bruh, MOB bruh, MOB bruh