Cold Killers Songtext

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, ok, 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 whеn I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundlеs, bitch don't try me
I be on that, I dump that

I'm the one who did it wit' my click 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 ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter, lil baby [?]
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb 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', yea
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 tech
But you know I'm totin' five, 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 click 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 ho's on my trial 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 [?]
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
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 click 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 ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings