Cold Hearted
Yeah
Bitch I'm five six
I got four braids
I got no friends
But a lot of demons
N a lot of fire
In this twelve gauge
Ain't nuffin to a nigga
Small body
Two hunnid milling
In a seven speed
That's four hundred on tha' HP
Got a plugged key on tha other side
In this Porsche Cayman
On my own island
Niggas talkin' like they down to ride
But they switch sides
Like I switch whips
I pull tha' stick shift
N hit tha' unlock
And like O shit
N I throw 'em out it
I need space I like black matter
'Cause a hazard like it don't matter
Know your life don't
Talkin' streets
Turn you road kill
When they free traffic
Stupid nigga get blown backward
Show your face
Then I blow your face
Nigga what'd he say?
Know you know tha' saying
I done lost tha' saying
It's when a nigga die
Then a nigga born
So when I kill your ass
'N you finally gone
I'mma celebrate it like my B day
It's time to eat
'N we know you sweet
Put tha fire on you
'N I Blow tha' cake
Lick a nigga
That's tha icing on it
Yours thin you was skating on it
Fall through 'n feel tha' froze water
Cold blooded
That's cold hearted
I kill I beat
Like I'm no hearted
Kill a pussy
Wit my dick hard
School a nigga
Like I know Harvard
I V wit' your momma tears
Got me pumped up
Ima keep going, chain smokin', I'mma re roll it
God damn that's cold hearted
Niggas talkin'
We don't say shit
We just move quiet like hoes farting
Pussy nigga shoulda never started
Tell your mother
When her son dies
Fuck a grand rising
That's a good morning
Incoming
Ayo pressure bust pipes
And do yah bust guns
With combat knifes
Swiss army general
I slide a Gem Star through your life
I walk with entities that kill my enemies on sight
Get right on the mic
And kick the realest shit
Since the ventriloquist
Filthy ass sindicate
Sinner for a centerfold
If it came with a Rolex
You sold your soul
Rap enigma
Been adapted to these shaky dappin' niggas
Son of the sun
But under moons
Im the zodiac killer
Fitted on Rah Digga
Attentions lower then the city under Paris
For them GMO filled karrots
My carriage is made outta titanium plated carats
Guarded by savages
Swinging ratchets like jabs
Blasphemous
Like the purple fluted cutler amethyst
Make you pay for damages
As I dismantle amateurs
All over your town
Send a coroner to your corner
With letter to your homies
Like shoulda listened
I warned you
Lil' stupid nigga
Bitch I'm five six
I got four braids
I got no friends
But a lot of demons
N a lot of fire
In this twelve gauge
Ain't nuffin to a nigga
Small body
Two hunnid milling
In a seven speed
That's four hundred on tha' HP
Got a plugged key on tha other side
In this Porsche Cayman
On my own island
Niggas talkin' like they down to ride
But they switch sides
Like I switch whips
I pull tha' stick shift
N hit tha' unlock
And like O shit
N I throw 'em out it
I need space I like black matter
'Cause a hazard like it don't matter
Know your life don't
Talkin' streets
Turn you road kill
When they free traffic
Stupid nigga get blown backward
Show your face
Then I blow your face
Nigga what'd he say?
Know you know tha' saying
I done lost tha' saying
It's when a nigga die
Then a nigga born
So when I kill your ass
'N you finally gone
I'mma celebrate it like my B day
It's time to eat
'N we know you sweet
Put tha fire on you
'N I Blow tha' cake
Lick a nigga
That's tha icing on it
Yours thin you was skating on it
Fall through 'n feel tha' froze water
Cold blooded
That's cold hearted
I kill I beat
Like I'm no hearted
Kill a pussy
Wit my dick hard
School a nigga
Like I know Harvard
I V wit' your momma tears
Got me pumped up
Ima keep going, chain smokin', I'mma re roll it
God damn that's cold hearted
Niggas talkin'
We don't say shit
We just move quiet like hoes farting
Pussy nigga shoulda never started
Tell your mother
When her son dies
Fuck a grand rising
That's a good morning
Incoming
Ayo pressure bust pipes
And do yah bust guns
With combat knifes
Swiss army general
I slide a Gem Star through your life
I walk with entities that kill my enemies on sight
Get right on the mic
And kick the realest shit
Since the ventriloquist
Filthy ass sindicate
Sinner for a centerfold
If it came with a Rolex
You sold your soul
Rap enigma
Been adapted to these shaky dappin' niggas
Son of the sun
But under moons
Im the zodiac killer
Fitted on Rah Digga
Attentions lower then the city under Paris
For them GMO filled karrots
My carriage is made outta titanium plated carats
Guarded by savages
Swinging ratchets like jabs
Blasphemous
Like the purple fluted cutler amethyst
Make you pay for damages
As I dismantle amateurs
All over your town
Send a coroner to your corner
With letter to your homies
Like shoulda listened
I warned you
Lil' stupid nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Miguel Cespedes
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