Still Snowin'

Original

-Just getting home. -Yeah.

-Put about ten chains on. -Uh.

Gangsta. Pulled the Rolls out, the Maybach, and the Sprinter.

Called a handful of my partners.

Told 'em let's have a gangsta party.

-Uh. -Snow's back in session.

-Yeah, yeah, yeah. -Still snowing.

Why they call that nigga Snow 'cause that boy went polar.

I can see it in his face, yeah, that boy miss soda. Soldier red, yeah, that's what I'm into, know ya.

Selling that white girl, Toni Montona. I just put a four and a baby in a stroller.

All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder.

Got twenty of 'em left, yo, I'm tryna make my quota. Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner.

-We back at it, baby. -Yeah.

Been snowing so long I thought we was stuck in a blizzard.

-Uh. -Twenty years of greatness.

-Gangsta grilling, hoe. -And excellence.

-Yeah. -Y'all ready?

Uh.

DJ Drama.

Dramatic, nigga. Why they call that nigga Snow 'cause that boy went polar.

I can see it in his face, yeah, that boy miss soda.

Soldier red, yeah, that's what I'm into, know ya. Selling that white girl, Toni Montona.

I just put a four and a baby in a stroller. All yellow box with an arm and a shoulder. Got twenty of 'em left, yo,

I'm tryna make my quota. Catch me at Carbone's chilling with the owner.

I ain't the type of nigga be playing no games.

Forty-five on the hip, I ain't wearing no chains. Had a Beamer, had a Benz, and a Cadillac.

Me and the plug back and forth playing piggyback. Back it down four ways, that's a kitty cat.

Know two, three niggas, where Diddy at? I know your type, imposter. I know vodka, tell no Rasta.

Ah, -yeah. -Still snowing.

The inspiration's still inspiring. The motivation's still motivating.

This what y'all was waiting for?

Snowman hellah.

-DJ Drama.

-Here we go, here we go, nigga, I'm that domino. Ran out of Glad bags, I'ma run it to the store.

Turn the music down, nigga, drive here slow. They follow you here, don't let 'em in the door.

Seven, eight millionaires, where you at? It's a bunch of you niggas, look at God, look at that.

See you have a motion, where it's at?

Nigga, on your IG, fuck is that? Keep calling my nigga too real.

Bad Boy, Def Jam, two deals. All I know that he spent three mil.

Mixtape independent, that's right, no deal. Snowman shit, nigga, chill.

You know I put the trap in my will. I know your type, imposter.

I know vodka, tell no Rasta.

-Yeah. -Still snowing.

Yeah.

It's still snowing.

-Yeah, what? Still snowing. Yeah, it is. -Legendary.

-Still snowing. -The queen is raised.

-Yeah. -Yeah.

It's snowing.

-Still snowing. Yeah. -Why would we ever stop?

Still snowing, snowing.

Yeah, what? Still snowing. Yeah, it is. Still.

Yes, sir.

Oh, man.

Feels so right. Some things have changed. Some things have stayed the same.

Like this greatness.

Legendary.

Can you dig me?