Cold Shoulder
Ride with beam
Ride with stick
Ride with scope
Now it's over
Ride with mac
Ride with blick
Send that blitz
Now it's over
Nigga talk down on me
Or my gang then it's over
I got wok hard on me
Ride with flame now it's over
That bih she think that she talkin to me
Give her the cold shoulder
Maison Margiela she toppin on me
Pack got a loud odor
These niggas fold up like a folder
Haters all over
You not my hoe that's what I told her
Bih it's all over
Feel like we waisting our time
I can't be waisting my time
I gotta check on my mind
Ride with a tec and a nine
Then it's all over
He switched up and tried to come back
Niggas bipolar
Where in the fuck they do that
Young nigga ride with a strap
I got this stick in my lap
I got this K in my lap
You know young Antman he trap
Young nigga movin these packs
Rolled a 3.5 we can't match
I think I put in too much
Ride with a dick like I'm sus
You know that choppa it bust
Eat on that boy like a munch
I'm in her head like a scrunchie
This motion it took me some months
Eat up the perk I got munchies
Ride with beam
Ride with stick
Ride with scope
Now it's over
Ride with mac
Ride with blick
Send that blitz
Now it's over
Nigga talk down on me
Or my gang then it's over
I got wok hard on me
Ride with flame now it's over
That bih she think that she talkin to me
Give her the cold shoulder
Maison Margiela she toppin on me
Pack got a loud odor
These niggas fold up like a folder
Haters all over
You not my hoe that's what I told her
Bih it's all over
Ride with stick
Ride with scope
Now it's over
Ride with mac
Ride with blick
Send that blitz
Now it's over
Nigga talk down on me
Or my gang then it's over
I got wok hard on me
Ride with flame now it's over
That bih she think that she talkin to me
Give her the cold shoulder
Maison Margiela she toppin on me
Pack got a loud odor
These niggas fold up like a folder
Haters all over
You not my hoe that's what I told her
Bih it's all over
Feel like we waisting our time
I can't be waisting my time
I gotta check on my mind
Ride with a tec and a nine
Then it's all over
He switched up and tried to come back
Niggas bipolar
Where in the fuck they do that
Young nigga ride with a strap
I got this stick in my lap
I got this K in my lap
You know young Antman he trap
Young nigga movin these packs
Rolled a 3.5 we can't match
I think I put in too much
Ride with a dick like I'm sus
You know that choppa it bust
Eat on that boy like a munch
I'm in her head like a scrunchie
This motion it took me some months
Eat up the perk I got munchies
Ride with beam
Ride with stick
Ride with scope
Now it's over
Ride with mac
Ride with blick
Send that blitz
Now it's over
Nigga talk down on me
Or my gang then it's over
I got wok hard on me
Ride with flame now it's over
That bih she think that she talkin to me
Give her the cold shoulder
Maison Margiela she toppin on me
Pack got a loud odor
These niggas fold up like a folder
Haters all over
You not my hoe that's what I told her
Bih it's all over
Credits
Writer(s): B.u.g Antman
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