Mt. Fuji Lyrics

That shit Cold

Icy crest

With Diamond rest

She's dancing in the snow

Nicely dressed

Diamonds baguettes

She's flexing like she knows

She Pop the stress

Mixed with the ness

With xannys in the rov

Consent my press

10k the chest

Aurora baby glow

Little baby betta stop stop

Running through, coming in like the ops ops

Caught a feelings, really made me, wanna drop drop

Every tag, that I see, I'm boutta pop pop

Little shawty, always bad, neva stop stop

Got her Twerkin, when she rides, she made that ass hop

Gunna fire, with the stick, I'm about to burn a prop

But that shawty, got the ice, she's been teasing rocks

She's got a nice routine

And vice to feed

When ridding me, she holds on

Amphetamine

Her sights will see

Even More than just a bon bon

Nice blue jeans

Designed Gucci

When's life's been moving along

With a vice to feed

A night to be

Her cold side will turn on

Hand on her mouth cause she's tryna be quiet

Scream and a Yelp like she's part of a riot

Shawty neva eats, pill poppin is the diet

Scared to fall in love, but baby have you tried it

Akimbo with the guns, likes she pulling up, firing

Scared to fall In love, but baby have you tried it

I'm tryna make moves, and your blocking like a siren

Lost in the sauce, so I'm gonna keep trying

Holding hands

Turning bands both ways

Stylish she Wana cop

Fast forward

Devil eyes up in her graze

Molly all she Wana pop

All blacked out

In that Escalade

Shawty bouts drop her top

With a cap full

And them Bandos babe

Fiji like the mountain top

That shit Cold

Icy crest

With Diamond rest

She's dancing in the snow

Nicely dressed

Diamonds baguettes

She's flexing as she knows

She Pop the stress

Mixed with the ness

With xannys in the rov

Consent my press

10k the chest

Aurora baby glow

She thinks she's an angel, dancing with her halo

I feel my veins go, thought that I was stable

It's been for days though, caught without a label

No chance our fable, ever turning tables

I know I should move on, blocked call both phones, hit a joint, and now I'm moving on

There's a way, that her zone, realigns in my dome, and now I feel like I've gone wrong

Second guessing my choice, spin a chair, like the voice, when my baby girl hears another song

She's back by the noon, baby's back is a dune, got her crawling on her knees for my dong

Holding hands

Turning bands both ways

Stylish she Wana cop

Fast forward

Devil eyes up in her graze

Molly all she Wana pop

All blacked out

In that Escalade

Shawty bouts drop her top

With a cap full

And them Bandos babe

Fiji like the mountain top

That shit Cold