Cold Shoulder
Bitch, pewm
Yeah
It's ya, favorite record label aborted kid
I showed 'em what lawless is, I'll bring a coffin up in them offices
And fuck an industry plant, I plant a bomb at an industry buildin'
Somethin' got into me man, said "I'm goin' straight to the league"
They said "I'm half insane" went to the NBA, a young boy like the rapper name
And you don't worry bout the score, you scorin' have the game
I'm past you lames, if you in front I lapped you lames
Way before Covid been had to mask the pain
My dawg was masked the fuck-up, like a butler was tryna catch a stain
Never home but I live rent-free up in rapper brain
On any active day, my balls are on an actress chain
Y'all lack the range, I been like this I ain't have to change
Was movin' pack for days with a pack of strays
Went from trap houses to houses where all you see in the back mountains
Half my days you on clubhouse talkin' bout your accolades
Fuckin' pussies, don't ever play me like another rookie
They never understood me, I'm from West Brighton where they love the juxin
Walk around without a grip with drip, you gon' get dropped
Like the son of cookie, they be like "run that hoodie"
I'm at Miami at the Fontainebleau with your spouse and boo
I wanna eat more, but I'm full and her mouth is too
I'm out tomorrow, I'll send her right back to the house for you
Y'all food and I forgot it's rude to open your mouth and chew bitch, yeah
And I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
Had to give 'em the cold shoulder, but they know I got the heat
Like I stay with the BIC, write like a diary flow, diarrhoea I stay with the shits
Treat my opps like a thot dawg, I ain't aimin' to miss
Advil's get popped daily like a teenager with zits
I'm drivin' 'em crazy again, I know they hate when I win
They never caught a lick, all that they take is offence
Made a lot of shit, only thing I won't make is amends
Already took it there, I guess I'ma take it again
And they ain't touchin' that, they be spritin' faster than the runnin' back
I'm so New York, I might just bring Dutch's back
Motherfuckas buy kicks but stuck up in they mom crib
If the shoe fits run a lap, they whole life is fuckin' cap
If they sleepin' on me, I can make 'em take another nap
Rest in peace, demon flow, but shorty head is heavenly, yeah
In bed with me, we be trippin' like the 70s'
Kill my enemies but inside they dyin' to be friends with me, yeah
Shit, I walk around like I'm exempted from karma
I'm the best regardless, I'll be known up in the west a martyr
Use to make music at your crib and wouldn't get supported
Now they try to play me like I'm dumb 'cause those checks retarded, yeah
Use to throw five on and eighth, now it's an ounce at least
Funny how they start reachin when you out of reach, yeah
I got it out the mud and got a house for me
I'm the one that got out, they got it out for me, yeah
And I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
Yeah, and I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
Yeah
It's ya, favorite record label aborted kid
I showed 'em what lawless is, I'll bring a coffin up in them offices
And fuck an industry plant, I plant a bomb at an industry buildin'
Somethin' got into me man, said "I'm goin' straight to the league"
They said "I'm half insane" went to the NBA, a young boy like the rapper name
And you don't worry bout the score, you scorin' have the game
I'm past you lames, if you in front I lapped you lames
Way before Covid been had to mask the pain
My dawg was masked the fuck-up, like a butler was tryna catch a stain
Never home but I live rent-free up in rapper brain
On any active day, my balls are on an actress chain
Y'all lack the range, I been like this I ain't have to change
Was movin' pack for days with a pack of strays
Went from trap houses to houses where all you see in the back mountains
Half my days you on clubhouse talkin' bout your accolades
Fuckin' pussies, don't ever play me like another rookie
They never understood me, I'm from West Brighton where they love the juxin
Walk around without a grip with drip, you gon' get dropped
Like the son of cookie, they be like "run that hoodie"
I'm at Miami at the Fontainebleau with your spouse and boo
I wanna eat more, but I'm full and her mouth is too
I'm out tomorrow, I'll send her right back to the house for you
Y'all food and I forgot it's rude to open your mouth and chew bitch, yeah
And I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
Had to give 'em the cold shoulder, but they know I got the heat
Like I stay with the BIC, write like a diary flow, diarrhoea I stay with the shits
Treat my opps like a thot dawg, I ain't aimin' to miss
Advil's get popped daily like a teenager with zits
I'm drivin' 'em crazy again, I know they hate when I win
They never caught a lick, all that they take is offence
Made a lot of shit, only thing I won't make is amends
Already took it there, I guess I'ma take it again
And they ain't touchin' that, they be spritin' faster than the runnin' back
I'm so New York, I might just bring Dutch's back
Motherfuckas buy kicks but stuck up in they mom crib
If the shoe fits run a lap, they whole life is fuckin' cap
If they sleepin' on me, I can make 'em take another nap
Rest in peace, demon flow, but shorty head is heavenly, yeah
In bed with me, we be trippin' like the 70s'
Kill my enemies but inside they dyin' to be friends with me, yeah
Shit, I walk around like I'm exempted from karma
I'm the best regardless, I'll be known up in the west a martyr
Use to make music at your crib and wouldn't get supported
Now they try to play me like I'm dumb 'cause those checks retarded, yeah
Use to throw five on and eighth, now it's an ounce at least
Funny how they start reachin when you out of reach, yeah
I got it out the mud and got a house for me
I'm the one that got out, they got it out for me, yeah
And I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
Yeah, and I be on that new shit, she tell you she don't know me
Why she all on Lou dick, they send DM from fake accounts
But they don't ever do shit, I thought I'd never make it out
Could give a fuck about what you think, bitch
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Writer(s): Patrick Baril, Louis Diaz
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