Canadian Snow Lyrics – Larry June, Cardo Got Wings

Read the full Canadian Snow lyrics by Larry June and Cardo Got Wings along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Larry June’s music, you can also explore Still Game Related and Until Night Comes, two other songs by Larry June.

[Intro: Larry June]
I’m up early and s*it
Thinking about solutions, you know what I mean?
Tryna take this s*it high in heights
Lemme holla at them real quick

[Verse 1: Larry June]
When you riding like this, you gotta watch the speed
When you having like this, you gotta dodge the scene
Yeah, the money real sweet, but gotta watch the steam (Steam)
Twenty P’s in a tire of a AMG
Taco shell in the bag, just to keep it moist (Moist)

Canadian snow, always was a trick choice
We made a lot of money, but couldn’t enjoy it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Dealing with them n!gga was having me annoyed (Damn)
On my way OT, I’m shopping some spots (Spots)
Yeah, we had it for the low, but moving a lot
These n!gga giving out the lo’, exposing the drop (Drop)
I’m low-key sipping juice, confirm in the box (Numbers)
I be stressed out sometimes, I don’t sleep a lot
Keep nothing in the spot more than a couple thou’
I’m not the richest in the world, but I can hold it down
Hold it down
Chrome hammers on the coupe when I paint the town (Paint the town)

[Bridge: Larry June]
Sunday, April 6th
2025, top of the Ritz
Looking at the motherfu*king ocean
Counting this motherfu*king token
I used to dream about this s*it, n!gga
Hell yeah, I’ma get up and get straight to it, n!gga
I know how it feel to have nothing, n!gga, fu*k you talking ’bout?
Lemme holla at you n!gga

[Verse 2: Larry June]
I ain’t the type to bulls*it, I go all in

I’m hotter than a pot on the stove ‘fore for a soft ten (Uh-huh)
Factory stones on the watch when I switch gears
I don’t need s*it from a (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Probably why I free ’em
In a .50 in the O by the colosseum
Hit fifty burpees real quick, then I clock in (Ayy, ayy)
Hollow thang up top, don’t got a cock steel
Tender d!ck n!gga tricking heavy, giving per diem’s
I got a Asian joint still tryna kill Bill
Thirty-nine hundred for this fleece and I ain’t wear it still
I ain’t wear it still
In first class with a kit that cost half a mil’
I spent that on a whip and got a few of them (Goddamn)
You know I talk like a boss, walk like a pimp (P)
I don’t fu*k with grown men that be in they feelings (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Off the top, I don’t owe you lil’ boys s*it (S*it)
I’m the type to wake up and cop a Rolls coupe (Uh-huh)

[Outro: Larry June]
Da, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
S*it, da, bye, goddamn
Sock it to me