| 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 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 | 
| 'Cause it get cold like Minnesota, cold like Minnesota | 
| Cold like Minnesota, it get cold like Minnesota |