Hot Winter Cold Summer

[Verse 1]
They may have ran it 'cause you squeezin' trigger
'Bout how you gone run it, fuck your ceasin' nigga
That's the reason I go for the knees
And put MCs in figure four leg locks
I'll crack a dozen in your egg box
Bang this in your car and watch it transform like Meg Fox and Shia LaBeouf
The doors become arms, the chest is each front tire buff
My throne gets stoned like its not high enough
I need a blimp that says that I'm a pimp
Every wimp that turned mobster
Should swim with the lobster and the shrimp
Drowning in a plate of pasta, slumped by a double pump
Your ego gets squashed, dreams shot down
Your bubble stumpеd until it burst
Would it be iller if your dreams caught thе bullet first
Your bubble was bust, and your ego got crushed?
See I'm a problem, this year I'm busting out the bars
That's over the boss you should've crossed to get your job from
Made the whole city go apes
Like when the Blob come with the deadliest dose of medicine
Let me prescribe some to you
They swear its voodoo in my pen once I stick it to them
When it's really the holy ghost cleansing a wicked human
I'll make you boys an example
My name causes noise in the chapel
Putting snakes back into poisonous apples, I grind hard
The whole nine yards shatter your way of thinking
Where I left your mind scarred is where you'll find shards
Going against a mad man, that's a bad hand
Don't blame me, blame the dealer who designed the cards

[Chorus]
I plan to have the hottest shit this winter
The coldest shit this summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit next winter
The coldest shit this summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit this winter
The coldest shit next summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit next winter
The coldest shit next summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered

[Verse 2]
I know the game is looking for artists that sound the same
Tryna make a name, fortune and fame
That's a lame move 'cause look what they became
This the memories, if I read your titles you won't remember these
Who they're investing in next, now has a price on their head
Off top for me to come from the bottom to give them chin checks
I bet defeat will crush you insects, 'cause the flow nasty
To put it bluntly, its dro, hash, keef, wax, oil, and blow lastly
Who wants smoke?
The results are when you poke at a frag grenade with a jagged blade
Or a hive with five Snapdragons being wagged and swayed around killer bees
Hit the ground, kneel your knees
El is that nigga, don't forget that legit fact
I'm the curveball that split backs and spit cataclysms
And most who keep they distance because in close view
It can open your mind, leak out your spirit, and ghost you
Take a leap for hell under the reapers spell
And be a D boy in the sky, wearing a Pisces on a libra scale
I earn riches and I twist lies
So when you this fly, you can light a cigar, toss the match, and burn bridges
Thoroughbreds get their card pulled and their tarot read
Arrowhead knocked the kings crown and left the Pharaoh dead
Then a red Camaro sped off with no witnesses
You know who did it, this is his year

[Chorus]
I plan to have the hottest shit this winter (uh)
The coldest shit this summer (uh)
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit next winter
The coldest shit next summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit next winter
The coldest shit this summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered
I plan to have the hottest shit next winter
The coldest shit next summer
Mark your calendar, your days are numbered