Cold Hearted

Can you hold
Hold me down
Can you hold
Hold me down

I am trapping in the tri-state
Pocket full of money
Smoking tree my vices
Botches wanna run up on me
You learn to pick the right fit
They might sit
My ice wrist
Twice flip
Copping a milli
And applied trick?
They separate your child
Deny you like a
Defiled case
Coppin the v 12
Double shifting on a Friday
That phantom ghost whips
Put that shit in a driveway
Big money and fast cars
Cuz that's my paint
How you showing up
Asking me if I'm late

We got big homies flexing
Cuz we do it my way
Or its the highway
Getting head
While I sail
If I fail
Count my dollars
Get everything at my rate
You don't know what my price is
Love what I put out
Then why hate
I pulled the nine-gauge
Me and my homies
We smoke till
Its night day
9 Trays
You're not here to decide my fate
Streets nothing but I'm professional
I'm licensed
It's all about the hustle
Need hop off my case
My face
Dry hate
My dude you
Late text on a Friday



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Writer(s): Vajahath Mohammed
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