Lil Yachty - Minnesota lyrics

Brrt, brrt, bang, bang ayy
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
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
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

'Cause it get cold like Minnesota
Ridin' 'round on boulders money sittin' up
It sit's 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 DC
I rock NBs 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
'Cause it get cold like Minnesota
Cold like Minnesota cold like Minnesota
It get cold like Minnesota