Cold Killers

Uh, uh, look

I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye, Peewee killed the beat, huh)

Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)

I ain't alright, lil' daddy

They tried to play me, tried to snake me

And this my life, lil' daddy

And how I feel, you tried to take it

This a whole 30 clip, bitch you gon' take it

I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'

Talk to my momma on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down

I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round

Me and Ten, wit' a hundred rounds

Head bust, how that boy was found

Spray that strap, now turn in there

Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way, 'cause it's my turn now"

Babygirl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm wit' that

I'm with DJ while he drunk, and I'm still young, I still drink that

I'ma turn up when I come, and when I leave up in a Maybach

Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me

I be on that, I dump that

I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter, lil' baby up the Saint Laurent

We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb, phr-phr

Shoot the huh, fill it wit' the whole drum

Keep both of my pocket's filled wit' money, they can't hold nothin'

Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeah

I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead

Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket, and I got on sweats

And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' wit' that TEC

But you know I'm totin' fire, tote dirty sticks and dirty nine's

Hit 'em wit' that face shot, bop, that's a cold smile

Caught that boy tryna leave his show, e-way, that's me slangin' iron

Want to kill me, but they takin' time

Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind

I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings

Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboo's

You know that he will shoot at you

Ridin' in a coupe, wit' my dude, that's my of proof

We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he a step on you

They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot (look)

Take his legs off, take his hands off (bown, bown)

Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down

Grab that nigga, get gunned down, bitch bang

Still got the top off when the sun down

Bitch, we ain't the same

I'm the one who did it wit' my clique and I ain't fuck wit' niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings