[Intro: Max B]
Paul Couture, Max Biggavel
This what we sound like baby (Couture)

[Chorus: Max B]
I'm so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said n***a, "You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you're so cold"
See I got a thing for you and I can't let go, I'm goin' home

[Verse 1: Max B]
They recommended semi-automatic weapons
Tradition, fuck a second amendment as long as they legal
They independent n***as
Hands in the sin box, dealers and killas tryna make a play
She ain't get the best of me, schemin' like a refugee
Daddy, what's the password? Screamin', "Open sesame"
Ain't a n***a fuck it yet, Bigga you the first
I be bangin', she be buckin' back
They ain't give me nuttin' yeah
They just say the same shit
We just play the games
Speak my name Don Biggie, it came to change
N***a, we came, saw, conquered
Eloquent music, God is my mantra
Pop out your closet like boogie monster
Workin' like Fonda, workin' like a sponsor
Leavin' in a Cadillac, pulled up in a Honda
Said her name was Lexis, mama named Shonda
Fuck for a couple 150 dollar massages, yeah
[Chorus: Max B]
I'm so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said n***a, "You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you're so cold"
See, I got a thing for you and I can't let go, I'm goin' home

[Verse 2: A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Yeah, I got a lotta flavor
You could tell that it's me from a block or two
Yeah, look, I got a lotta haters
So you know my body, bitch, I keep a Glock or two
Ooh, and this rockstar shit get dangerous
So I'ma move how I gotta move
Yeah, I'ma rockstar but some gangster n***as wit' me to shoot who I tell 'em to
If you feel a way, n***a spin the block
Spin the block and hit his thought box off
I got everything in Saint Laurent
And Louboutin, Louis flip flops, ah
All my prices gettin' hot
And I'm gettin' hot with a pop star, ah
I got different color whips and all my watches iced out, yeah
This my lifestyle now
[Chorus: Max B]
I'm so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said n***a, "You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you're so cold"
See, I got a thing for you and I can't let go, I'm goin' home

[Verse 3: Max B]
His body hit the dash, came from the second floor
N***a lit, I hit a swig, ridin' late night
Clear my conscience
Baby steady hittin' up the phone
Player racked with guilt, bring a half of gallon milk
N***as came around it's built
Got a crew of n***as that'll squeeze if I tell 'em to
Couple of 'em felons too
Knowing they can send me back, drama coke cleared out
Now that she can hear me rap, mama want a big house
Baby said she want a bag, she ain't never earned it
Told her to earn the profit, but she ain't never turned it
N***a, don't be lookin' so concerned
Drink the Henny, 'cause it burn
Blow the dope we get, never do the opiates
Icy like a Mountain Dew, colder than the Soviet
50 to 100,000 a show we get
Every flow we spit, n***as duplicate
Fuck around, shoot your face
N***as be movin' records, we movin' weight
I'm so cold
[Chorus: Max B]
I'm so cold
Baby, why your blood zero below?
No matter how many tries
Nobody really ever sees us unless we froze
She said n***a, "You got a mouth like gold
But your heart like snow, you're so cold"
See, I got a thing for you and I can't let go, I'm goin' home

[Outro]
Uh, yeah, I love that shit baby
Cold blooded baby, the cold n***a Biggavel
A Boogie, what's happenin' baby?
Paul Couture
Let that motherfucker ride