Hearts of the winter

Yeah, y'all already know how I'm coming, man Supa D got the name from a OG, man It's about to be a cold, cold winter outside, nigga Welcome to the hearts of the winter, man This for the island boys Let them know we outside, man We outside, this winter Cold souls, yeah Yeah we looking for a warm heart, yeah The cold killers, cold drillers They all back outside Searching for a warm heart Yeah, nigga Better keep that heat tuck, nigga Yeah, welcome to the hearts of winter When the streets get cold but your heart get colder So you better keep that heat on you like your name Bahamas But it still get cold in the wintertime, damn little homie My life heating up like the city called Miami Guess we all playing for Miami Heats now Know some youngins walking around with some jimmies Shooting like they risking money for the come up Even in the dice game , they screaming, fuck 12 Island boy from Birth, so I don't gotta play crazy Been a hustler long time, been touching paper Had a couple bad nights, though, and some high as fuck mornings But that's how the street life go It don't save nobody Welcome to the hearts of the winter The cold killers, real drillers, they all back outside Searching for a warm soul, it's getting money season As I'm looking at the calendar Time to double up the work and triple up the profit Every second, every minute, every hour Every day, every month, every year the cycle don't change, man, this shit is in repeat Tell my brother, bring them bikes out, it's time to run the street Yeah, we outside We lit now, need a bad bitch with a big booty Tell her, throw her back for a island boy Fuck me so good that I go and cop a brick for you Put you in the game now, all your exes, fuck, niggas Fuck, nigga Don't make me dig my guns up my youth, ya no Long time since me kill a man So me circle the ends like the letter, man No me say to Grabba hot , you know Like some rice , you know, in a pot my youth, you know Youngins look like peas, man Love being in the mix, you know Until me dish out them plates, you know All my dogs eat, man Said she want a bad man So she wake up with a killer Real don dada Real bad man Real bad man Welcome to the hearts of the winter When the streets get cold, but your heart get colder So you better keep that heat on you like your name Bahamas But it still get cold in the wintertime, damn, little homie My life heating up like the city called Miami Guess we all playing for Miami Heats now Know some youngins walking around with some jimmies Shooting like they risking money for the come up Even in the dice game they screaming, fuck 12 They all screaming mercy, got them by there soul Its bout to be a cold winter Better watch your bitch, she might run into some heat, nigga Time to up the score, cause winning all the fuck we know Feeling like K.D with this snipe in my hand Send the blitzes, this weather acting crazy now Like tornadoes in the winter, but that's your bitch on my dick Yeah, she going up and down, up and down on my dick, nigga Go in there and catch a nigga, roll him out Shawty make the birds jump, she be rolling loud Shout out to them people, without them we be living equal Divided all the trust, but steady, multiply the love Looking at the dead and they all screaming mercy Blood bleeding down my pores , guess I'm the chosen one Father God forgive me, I've been hurt by a couple pussy Bitches and them niggas and they all in the same jar Reaching for some shit, nigga I got that quack, quack for the duck ducks Now the streets on overload, but the doctors call it overdose Learn to flip that money and your new bitch gon' be a trophy Yeah, the way she take my money, turn her pussy to my trap house Make it wet, wet, make that clap for a thug Got that quack, quack for the duck ducks Like a Tyreke, I'ma get that