Turnt Cold

I turnt cold right on these niggas man I beg to differ
If a nigga want the smoke we turn him red like Clifford
I can't trust none of these niggas man they crop the picture
On my way to see a Billy, some gone see the Reaper

Aye lil ma a keeper
Hot like Little Caesar's
Ready for that action she gone bust it mama mia
Creeping like the Jeepers
My flow off the richter
Imma Lay these bars on em then I crunch the Fritos
She lick my taquito
My ice hace frio
She said she wanna F me but her brain is like a D tho
Ballin like I'm D rose
I'm Childish like gambino
She suck me like mosquitos
I'm stacking chips, casinos

Look
Tryna hit my Dougie like the Cali swag district
I feel like I'm Jaden how I'm rolling with my misfits
You can call me Amazon with all these bars I'm packin
Never lacking never reacting to the bullshit attacking aye
It can be tragic, what's with the static, make sure the channels matching aye
I like designer, I with my Jordan's I'm in the latest fashion aye
Flyer than dragons, I need more rings like I'm Bilbo Baggins aye
Tryna collect these backends, I run the game like Remember the Titans uh

I turnt cold right on these niggas man I beg to differ
If a nigga want the smoke we turn him red like Clifford
I can't trust none of these niggas man they crop the picture
On my way to see a Billy, some gone see the Reaper

Turnt cold right on these niggas
Too cold just like a blizzard
I'm cold just like a freezer
Too cold just call me Christmas

Turnt cold on nigga yeah
We Turnt cold right on these niggas yeah
E.J cold right on these niggas yeah
Turnt cold on these niggas yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Dayveon Davis
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