Cold Blue

Been doing this shit since I was a younging
I'm spitting this heat no tripping, no fumbling
Like a wisdom tooth you ain't know I was coming in
Pockets getting fatter you know money team always win

I been at this thing for a minute
She think she the shit yeah I been it
Whole game bout to change cause' I'm in it
No I'm not the captain, I'm lieutenant
No I'm not a thot but I get lit

Walk in the spot, I'm making shit hot
Thought you was gang, bitch I think not
Aiming at ya head, I see the red dot
Then I let the shit go pop
Bitch ima shoot who you
Pull up to the spot and you mute
You bitches can't do what I do
Silence I make when I move
Bodied her call cold blue
Told you I'm a winner, never lose

Everybody know
You be hating on the low
If I want him I could take him
And that's just to make it known
I be running up a bag
I'm not focused on these hoes
Stay politicking on my name
Y'all just a bunch of trolls

I'm killing these hoes y'all ain't on my level
The way I spit fire, they think I'm the devil
Where is my chain, I deserve a medal cause I'm really killing this shit
Everything I do be legit

I don't fuck with snakes I don't snitch
Black on my body I'm a witch
Mix the spells up with a twist
Marking every name on my list then I set the hit

These people be frauds, I'm pulling your cards
He be on soft until I make him hard
Your lyrics do not compare to my bars
See you in the streets and I'm catching that charge
You don't really want no smoke
Don't even smoke what I smoke, I'm smoking big dope
I pull up w/ gas, I'm high out my ass
Took a drug test, no I did not pass

You a lame boy if you copping up nicks
When I come through I'm copping up a zip
I step in the room, ya bitches should sit
Run up the check, bitch load up the bit

Everybody know
You be hating on the low
If I want him I could take him
That's just to make it known
I be running up a bag
I'm not focused on these hoes
Stay politcking on my name
Y'all just a bunch of trolls

I like seeing him with stacks
Cause he know I'm gonna throw it back

He be flexing all his cash
Be like here go spend a bag

Then I put some in the stash
Cause you know I never lack

If he not about his paper
Then we toss him in the trash



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Writer(s): Quinnae Johnson
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