Cold Feet
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
Kaboom bitch
Like a bomb I just exploded
In as shoot out now I still got bullets no reloading
Who got a problem with us I swear to god you don't want it
Shit feel like mortal K come on show me my opponent
Niggas pussy like a cat and I ain't talking bout a lion
Niggas capping bout them stories shit why all your niggas dying
Jitterbug don't follow me cause I don't set a good example
Shit I try the best I can but I'm still gon keep the hammer
Nail a nigga to the ground respectfully and full of manners
And if you bm in the way this 223 it's finna slam her
All I see blue in hundreds money machine it's finna jam up
And cram up
And I can't save a damsel ya heard
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
And you got pussy ways and yea I notice you a woman
Nigga tell you to come here and here you dog you coming
Yo daddy was a bitch so you know that you s bitch too
Talking out yo pants when you know that they don't fit you
I'm a pit up in the game yous a muthafuckin shitzu
You better not drop your loc cause you knowing ima getchu
And you swearing they your homie but is your sure them niggas with you
Cause wen I drop this money I stg that they won't miss you
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
Kaboom bitch
Like a bomb I just exploded
In as shoot out now I still got bullets no reloading
Who got a problem with us I swear to god you don't want it
Shit feel like mortal K come on show me my opponent
Niggas pussy like a cat and I ain't talking bout a lion
Niggas capping bout them stories shit why all your niggas dying
Jitterbug don't follow me cause I don't set a good example
Shit I try the best I can but I'm still gon keep the hammer
Nail a nigga to the ground respectfully and full of manners
And if you bm in the way this 223 it's finna slam her
All I see blue in hundreds money machine it's finna jam up
And cram up
And I can't save a damsel ya heard
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
And you got pussy ways and yea I notice you a woman
Nigga tell you to come here and here you dog you coming
Yo daddy was a bitch so you know that you s bitch too
Talking out yo pants when you know that they don't fit you
I'm a pit up in the game yous a muthafuckin shitzu
You better not drop your loc cause you knowing ima getchu
And you swearing they your homie but is your sure them niggas with you
Cause wen I drop this money I stg that they won't miss you
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
You got cold feet but I don't I hit the furnist
Them niggas down this street all you got to do is turn it
And let me out or let me drive and you can pop out
Shit I don't matter either way it go he knocked out
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Writer(s): David Bradley
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