Cold (feat. Way P)
Yeah
Mhmm
Aye fuck I look like chasing one of these hoes?
I don't do relations bitches know what I be on
Staying to myself cause niggas fold niggas fold
You cant get too deep up in these streets cause it get cold it get cold
Mhmm
Aye bro don't even cap
But he known to get on niggas heads
And you know when he attack he hitting domes
Aint hitting niggas legs
Niggas want the sauce for the free
I think they special ed
Niggas know they can't be around if they aint getting bread
Im making sure I get on make sure my niggas fed
All my brothers VLONE we aint got no friends
See me asking for a handout then cut off my hand
I done lost a lot but sitting at the top and they don't under stand
We getting older
Time to run it up
I told myself I stay down in the winter and fuck the summer up
Man I'm straight to what it is keep it a buck
Like I'm the number one
My bitch left but I don't give a fuck I got another one
I tell Will to point em out they coming home with us
Bro hit her first and I was next like I'm the runner up
Aye man these fan ass niggas come around but they aint known enough
Man this bitch spamming telling me to pullup I think she on to sum
Why these niggas talking on the net and they don't got no pape?
I done hit the road and blew a check
Took her on a date
Spin a nigga block back to back and make him hop a gate
When I get rich ima cop a crib the house on a lake
Hit the road the life you live is crazy 100 dollar steaks
I done ran it up I aint have nothing I know life is great
On the road I'm tryna make a ten up in every state
I threw on VLONE don't got no friends most these niggas fake
I just threw on VLONE I don't got no friends
I done ran it up from time to time Im back I aint gone end
We don't need security in the club them chops we bring em in
We don't need security in the club them chops we bring em in yeah
Know its on me
Im in the whip aint got no keys
Aint got no scat aint check the speed
I been up a nigga in the league
Nigga its unseasoned
Why they want beef
Now they want me
I been lonely
Aye fuck I look like chasing one of these hoes?
I don't do relations bitches know what I be on
Staying to myself cause niggas fold niggas fold
You cant get too deep up in these streets cause it get cold it get cold
Mhmm
625 FBE shit
Mhmm
Aye fuck I look like chasing one of these hoes?
I don't do relations bitches know what I be on
Staying to myself cause niggas fold niggas fold
You cant get too deep up in these streets cause it get cold it get cold
Mhmm
Aye bro don't even cap
But he known to get on niggas heads
And you know when he attack he hitting domes
Aint hitting niggas legs
Niggas want the sauce for the free
I think they special ed
Niggas know they can't be around if they aint getting bread
Im making sure I get on make sure my niggas fed
All my brothers VLONE we aint got no friends
See me asking for a handout then cut off my hand
I done lost a lot but sitting at the top and they don't under stand
We getting older
Time to run it up
I told myself I stay down in the winter and fuck the summer up
Man I'm straight to what it is keep it a buck
Like I'm the number one
My bitch left but I don't give a fuck I got another one
I tell Will to point em out they coming home with us
Bro hit her first and I was next like I'm the runner up
Aye man these fan ass niggas come around but they aint known enough
Man this bitch spamming telling me to pullup I think she on to sum
Why these niggas talking on the net and they don't got no pape?
I done hit the road and blew a check
Took her on a date
Spin a nigga block back to back and make him hop a gate
When I get rich ima cop a crib the house on a lake
Hit the road the life you live is crazy 100 dollar steaks
I done ran it up I aint have nothing I know life is great
On the road I'm tryna make a ten up in every state
I threw on VLONE don't got no friends most these niggas fake
I just threw on VLONE I don't got no friends
I done ran it up from time to time Im back I aint gone end
We don't need security in the club them chops we bring em in
We don't need security in the club them chops we bring em in yeah
Know its on me
Im in the whip aint got no keys
Aint got no scat aint check the speed
I been up a nigga in the league
Nigga its unseasoned
Why they want beef
Now they want me
I been lonely
Aye fuck I look like chasing one of these hoes?
I don't do relations bitches know what I be on
Staying to myself cause niggas fold niggas fold
You cant get too deep up in these streets cause it get cold it get cold
Mhmm
625 FBE shit
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Writer(s): Fbe Jt
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