Текст Lil Yachty – Minnesota

You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota

Cause it get cold like Minnesota, ridin’ ’round on boulders
Money sittin’ up, it sits way above your shoulders
I was eatin’ pork and rinds with a bitch from New York Times
I don’t eat no pork and rinds but that bitch was mighty fine
I got gold all on my necklace, tatted up my arms
Now my mama think I’m reckless, got guns under my mattress
I was juggin since a youngin’, free my older cousin Reesey
He from Hamilton not D.C, I rock N.Bs like I’m Gleeshy
Flip phone banging off the walls, Gucci on my drawers
Why the fuck you in these streets if you’re scared of them four walls?
I was strokin’ on your sister, she was callin’ me her mister
She suck dick for a picture, it’s Lil Yachty nice to meet you
I was juggin’ off them stacks, countin’ up them racks
Almost had a lifetime sentence, but I beat it, shout out to Pat!
Pat, that’s my lawyer, he got me off them chargers
8 stacks for that boy, he took care of the boy

Cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota
Need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat
You need to stay up out them streets if you can’t take the heat