Cold Week In Kendall

Hit me with some facts of van life that you think I'm too bashful to admit

Let's see if there's a limit to how wack you get

And if you do make a track for me, good

You and all your little boyfriends can go dance to it

Garbage cans round here have bags of shit

But Kendall's trash cause it's littered with the raps you spit

What's so crazy is you think you didn't ask for this

Go to the bathroom so you don't ruin your pants again, that's nasty

And we only shared stages together cause of Nassie

If I saw him right now I'd shake his hand and laugh real quick

Cause damn, that nigga's the man, real shit

We only stopped working together cause in Miami apparently I just can't sell tickets