Cold Hearted
My brother had bricks
Down off in JB
I was only fourteen
Has some grown niggas hating
I was smoking weed and selling Fiends
On the street through
While niggas throwing fouls and
I just killed them from the free Throw
Cold Hearted
Nigga I don't give a fuck
I love a freaky bitch that love to Fuck
That's my type of bitch
Put a hundred pounds on the Mother fucking interstate
And its paid for its Independence Day
This goes out to all my hustlers Who go get it
And if you working on Consignment then you winning
I go hard and I just do this for my City
Baby got a fat ass but ain't got no Titties
Cold Hearted
Still rock a pair jays but not Number nine
Keep a pistol on my side to blow Off your spine
And tell them niggas asking about Me
That I'm doing fine I'm just Waiting
On my time stay on the grind
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so High Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Saw that boy and they shot him Through his polo
Popping bottles VIP no photos
Taking trips with your girl
She my whore though
And her man at the crib
He don't know though
I want the SRT Redeye just to shit On
Dusty ass niggas in the club they Get spit on
Doing business in another country
I got stocks I got cryptocurrency
I'm from the hood but these Bitches still love me
For the money they'll fuck you if You're ugly
And my heart been broken so Don't trust me
Before a nigga catch me slipping I'll be busting yeah yeah
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
I'm from the hood but these Bitches still love me
For the money they'll fuck you if You're ugly
And my heart been broken so Don't trust me
Before a nigga catch me slipping I'll be busting yeah yeah
Down off in JB
I was only fourteen
Has some grown niggas hating
I was smoking weed and selling Fiends
On the street through
While niggas throwing fouls and
I just killed them from the free Throw
Cold Hearted
Nigga I don't give a fuck
I love a freaky bitch that love to Fuck
That's my type of bitch
Put a hundred pounds on the Mother fucking interstate
And its paid for its Independence Day
This goes out to all my hustlers Who go get it
And if you working on Consignment then you winning
I go hard and I just do this for my City
Baby got a fat ass but ain't got no Titties
Cold Hearted
Still rock a pair jays but not Number nine
Keep a pistol on my side to blow Off your spine
And tell them niggas asking about Me
That I'm doing fine I'm just Waiting
On my time stay on the grind
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so High Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Saw that boy and they shot him Through his polo
Popping bottles VIP no photos
Taking trips with your girl
She my whore though
And her man at the crib
He don't know though
I want the SRT Redeye just to shit On
Dusty ass niggas in the club they Get spit on
Doing business in another country
I got stocks I got cryptocurrency
I'm from the hood but these Bitches still love me
For the money they'll fuck you if You're ugly
And my heart been broken so Don't trust me
Before a nigga catch me slipping I'll be busting yeah yeah
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
Choppers hanging out the window Sideways
Top down on the inner city Highways
Pluto in my papers I'm so high Mane
And I'm still making moves I did it My way
I'm from the hood but these Bitches still love me
For the money they'll fuck you if You're ugly
And my heart been broken so Don't trust me
Before a nigga catch me slipping I'll be busting yeah yeah
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Writer(s): Isiah Kente Shivers, Anthony Sweats
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