Cold

(Yea Yea)
(Ahh)
(Ahhh)
Yea
They left a nigga in the cold yea
They left a nigga in the cold
Now a nigga don't trust a soul yea
Now a nigga do not trust a soul
They left a nigga in the cold
So I can't trust a soul
Its bookoo gas up in the air
So I want all the smoke
I only put my trust in Benji
Never trust a hoe
I'm only there for a lil minute
Then I'm out the door
Ain't got no time for the la stupid shit
I'm strictly bout the money
Wasn't close to touching ten
So on the real they gone catch a hunnid
Usain up in the brain
When it come to money
That's the shit I'm running
Ooh and if I see a chain up in my lane
La bitch you better tuck it
On the real they know they fucked up
I got my bucks up
This hoe keeping tryna tell me bout myself
I told her shut the fuck up
She gone ask me "Why I love her"
I did not reply
She got me mixed up with the wrong nigga
Ask that other guy
We on some no face no case shit
Don't ask me for locations
Ain't falling for no chick
I fell in love with that isolation
I made it for myself
We go to war
La bitch you try to take it
See the world through my eyes
Get in my shoes la bitch
You not gone make it
Swear to god you not gone take it
Mind and heart been racing
That la boy can't fuck with me
Cause I know grown niggas that been hating
This shit real it aint no lie
La bitch I'ma always keep it Ben Franklin
Don't be talking that krazy shit
If you looking for a safe haven
Oh my god this shit krazy
Look how this shit made me
I love to live for danger
Now my people praying for my safety
Saw it through my third eye
You know they lying
You know they been snaking
And now im blowing gas to clear my mind
A nigga feel spacious
(Phew)
Oh this that dee pack
These niggas talking krazy behind my back
Might pull up where you sleep at
Gone come up out them jewels
And all your shoes
La bitch I really need that
Cause every action get a reaction
Man this just the feedback
I don't put my trust in these hoes
I just fuck em
And I dip
Close your legs and your mouth
Bitch I said don't give me lip
Gotta cup full of Sprite
I pour a 4 I need my sips
I gotta wood full of smoke
Yea I really blow dat piff
They left a nigga in the cold
So I can't trust a soul
Its bookoo gas up in the air
So I want all the smoke
I only put my trust in Benji
Never trust a hoe
I'm only there for a lil minute
Then I'm out the door
Ain't got no time for the la stupid shit
I'm strictly bout the money
Wasn't close to touching ten
So on the real they gone catch a hunnid
Usain up in the brain
When it come to money
That's the shit I'm running
Ooh and if I see a chain up in my lane
La bitch you better tuck it
(Yea Yea)
(Mhmm)
(Ahh)
(Yea)
(They left a nigga in the cold yea)



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Writer(s): Cameron Dean
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