Cold Day In Hell (feat. Gold Dig & D Elli$)

You can't name a nigga more fly
Than me bruh
You know why
Multiple facets of income
So bad bitches rush when they see him
No Kevin Gates
But I'm him
So watch your girl and your bm
They know that I do what I want
Still sip throwback
Mixing orange juice and Seagrams
When I grip the booty, she toot it way up
Cause I ain't time just to lay up
But I will give her Louis, diamonds, and Burkin bags
If the pussy get wet enough
Is that my music, turn it way up
Wanna book a show, you gotta pay up
Cause all of my concerts be live
And I don't drop nothing but fire
From the A
To LA
Midwest
Vegas
North Side
South Side
East Coast, know they waiting
For some new Mista Roe shit
And they gone feel this
And it ain't up for debating
I am the air to the throne
And 318 is my home

Knuckle Up
Ante up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Yea, turn me up
Ante up
Buckle up
I'm blowing up
I'm blowing up
Yea, I'm blowing up

Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
318 doing well
806 doing well
318 doing well
806 doing well

I am Mr. Lubbock Texas
No matter where my feet land
806, Nigga I'ma rep it
I ain't the coldest lyricist out my city
But ain't another artist grind fucking wit me
And my catalog is dogging yall
Nunna yall even coming close at all
What you expecting
I'ma legend in my section
A blind man
See that I'm flexing
I am that nigga
Gold Dig or the goal digger
But most important, I'm Super Dave
Aka, I stay stupid paid
Saving these yards
But not these broads
On everything I love
I got it out the mud
We gone get this W
West side of the hub
Eastside, North, Southside giving it up

Knuckle Up
Ante up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Yea, turn me up
Ante up
Buckle up
I'm blowing up
I'm blowing up
Yea, I'm blowing up

Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
318 doing well
806 doing well
318 doing well
806 doing well

214 in this bitch
You get mad, I'm getting rich
See, I walk what I spit
Roe and Gold my nigs
Watch what you say out ya mouth
These boys don't play down south
They ain't playing is they
They ain't playing is they
Fuck around and really find out
See I hang with some real niggas
Getting money over here and we really don't post pictures
On some Rick Ross shit
40 wing stops, now we really on some boss shit
I'm the king of my city
Like Jay Z, Nas, and that nigga Biggie
All eyes on me
One for the book and one for the gram
D dot to the E
Is who the fuck I really am
Is who the fuck I really am
Is who the fuck I really am
Is who the fuck I really am

Knuckle Up
Ante up
Turn me up
Turn me up
Yea, turn me up
Ante up
Buckle up
I'm blowing up
I'm blowing up
Yea, I'm blowing up

Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
Fire and Ice, but it gel
It's a cold day in hell
318 doing well
806 doing well
318 doing well
806 doing well



Credits
Writer(s): David Barnes
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