Stone N Cold

Fuck niggas, real talk, I don't fuck with niggas
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of niggas
I stay fresh kuz I wanna bitch, I don't stay fresh kuz I want a bitch
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of chicks

Okay, that's no problem, white Nike's, gold bottoms
You can tell I'm from the South huh, was it the Girbauds or the gold bottoms
Fresh kicks, I globe trot 'em, in other words I trick 'em out when I pick 'em out
Gucci fabric got 'em sticking out, I can't live without
My money, cars, clothes, hoes, cocaine for their nose
Marijuana for my lungs, ammunition for my gun
I got the most heart that you seen nigga, blow all on my jeans nigga
You know how it got there, no need for no scenes nigga
You got me fucked up, I'm Chuch Norris with no nun-chucks
With my bare hands I can break bone, pick an opponent to take on
Lets face off, good luck keeping your face on, my state wrong
My weapon right and my bass strong, I don't plan on having this base long
Kuz I'ma boom it, you talk about trappin', I do it, just like I package my music
Re-up, bag it and move, select a cocaine collector that's actually fluent
I mastered my movement, face to good I'll be damned if I lose it
Drop a few names, I'll be damned if I do
You got a gun, I'll be damned if you shoot it
Kuz I'm busting first nigga

Fuck niggas, real talk, I don't fuck with niggas
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of niggas
I stay fresh kuz I wanna bitch, I don't stay fresh kuz I want a bitch
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of chicks

Stay fresh when I wanna, swag dripping persona
Packs flippin', trap sittin'
What you know about that nigga
Glass rock, and a pistol
Partner screaming slow down nigga, when I was down they ain't fuck with me
So I ain't worried bout these niggas, they only want what I got tryna take my spot
No telling what they'll do when they get it, cold shoulder, cold shoulder
Hit that nigga with a cold shoulder, hit that boy with a cold shoulder
If the streets cold, my heart colder, two-six Carolina soldier
Day one niggas I play them closer, might fuck me over, I know the game
Mind trained, peep every flaw, never hesitate, I cut 'em off
That niggas snitching, you fucking with him, reap the same repercussions
If the money ain't the topic end of discussion
Snub nose, leave the scene bloody
Fuck niggas, I don't fuck with niggas
Paranoid, I can't trust niggas
Always feel these niggas scheming
Always trust my first instinct
Back down from no nigga, stand tall on my own nigga
Try to fuck with us and get the cold shoulder, little nigga we don't fuck with you
Fuck niggas, real talk, I swear to God I ain't nervous

Fuck niggas, real talk, I don't fuck with niggas
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of niggas
I stay fresh kuz I wanna bitch, I don't stay fresh kuz I want a bitch
I give the cold shoulder to a bunch of chicks



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Writer(s): Stefan Galbreath Jr
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