Cold Shit (feat. Sticcyblu)
Thooter bitch throwin' ass, I'mma catch it
Excuse my french baby, I be talkin' reckless
Scream my name while you grabbin' on my necklace
I fucked once, now she comin back for seconds
Ayy, blue-strip-bandit throwin' ass, so I'mma catch it
Ayy, bad bitch all up in the party gettin' naked
Like, fuck you, fuck them, baby don't stress it
Ayy, run it back, back shots, she like "Deezy got the best dick"
Won't hurt a fly, so why you steady tryna post sticks?
Paranoid, I ain't givin' lo's out to no bitch
Ayy, steady tryna hold somethin', baby come and hold dick
Ayy, if I pull the blammy out, guaranteed I won't miss
Why you tryna front for the media, you's a whole bitch
Yo bitch not loyal, she be takin' whole dick
Hit 'em for the bows, then I ran off with the whole fifth
Man get this bitch away from me, she keep tryna throat dick
Shit, hell naw, I plead the whole fifth
Got a crate of chops, but i'm tryna get some more sticks
Knocked his ass out, then I hit 'em with the foe-fifth
Most niggas don't like me 'cause they know I talk that cold shit
Shake ass
Throw back
When I put this dick in, don't gag
Shake it fast
Shake it slow
Don't trip, bitch I know that you a hoe
Ayy, Flockstars, you can't hang with us you ain't take a trip
I ain't trippin' on the laws, or about a bitch
Speakin' on my brother next day get your shit flipped
We them niggas really 'finna step and gone chip shit
We them niggas really 'finna step and go spin somethin'
Thinkin' I'mma fight, hell naw, I got twin guns
You was poppin' it, now when you see me nigga don't run
Bullets 'finna hit a nigga head, watch the nigga die
I'mma tell the truth, I'm really sick of hearin' all the lies
You ain't really built for this, get a nine-to-five
You gone slide? Let me know, I got four-fives
I ain't lookin' at death, I'm speakin' to the reaper
Get a bitch about a bag, and you better keep her
Teach a pussy nigga lessons, like I was a teacher
Pretty bitch, said she wanna fuck, but I won't bleed her
I just copped a P, two deuce in a whole liter
I be poppin' perky's, I be sippin lean for pain
I don't really fuck with niggas, 'cause they all be movin' strange
Nigga think I'm 'finna fight, I introduced 'em to my K
Got a glock, with a switch and a dick, let it spray
Got a glock with the switch, bitch I'm all about the chip
If a nigga go down, best believe I plead the fifth
Bitch sayin' that she love me, I don't wanna hear that shit
At the end of the day, I'mma trip about the chip
Excuse my french baby, I be talkin' reckless
Scream my name while you grabbin' on my necklace
I fucked once, now she comin back for seconds
Ayy, blue-strip-bandit throwin' ass, so I'mma catch it
Ayy, bad bitch all up in the party gettin' naked
Like, fuck you, fuck them, baby don't stress it
Ayy, run it back, back shots, she like "Deezy got the best dick"
Won't hurt a fly, so why you steady tryna post sticks?
Paranoid, I ain't givin' lo's out to no bitch
Ayy, steady tryna hold somethin', baby come and hold dick
Ayy, if I pull the blammy out, guaranteed I won't miss
Why you tryna front for the media, you's a whole bitch
Yo bitch not loyal, she be takin' whole dick
Hit 'em for the bows, then I ran off with the whole fifth
Man get this bitch away from me, she keep tryna throat dick
Shit, hell naw, I plead the whole fifth
Got a crate of chops, but i'm tryna get some more sticks
Knocked his ass out, then I hit 'em with the foe-fifth
Most niggas don't like me 'cause they know I talk that cold shit
Shake ass
Throw back
When I put this dick in, don't gag
Shake it fast
Shake it slow
Don't trip, bitch I know that you a hoe
Ayy, Flockstars, you can't hang with us you ain't take a trip
I ain't trippin' on the laws, or about a bitch
Speakin' on my brother next day get your shit flipped
We them niggas really 'finna step and gone chip shit
We them niggas really 'finna step and go spin somethin'
Thinkin' I'mma fight, hell naw, I got twin guns
You was poppin' it, now when you see me nigga don't run
Bullets 'finna hit a nigga head, watch the nigga die
I'mma tell the truth, I'm really sick of hearin' all the lies
You ain't really built for this, get a nine-to-five
You gone slide? Let me know, I got four-fives
I ain't lookin' at death, I'm speakin' to the reaper
Get a bitch about a bag, and you better keep her
Teach a pussy nigga lessons, like I was a teacher
Pretty bitch, said she wanna fuck, but I won't bleed her
I just copped a P, two deuce in a whole liter
I be poppin' perky's, I be sippin lean for pain
I don't really fuck with niggas, 'cause they all be movin' strange
Nigga think I'm 'finna fight, I introduced 'em to my K
Got a glock, with a switch and a dick, let it spray
Got a glock with the switch, bitch I'm all about the chip
If a nigga go down, best believe I plead the fifth
Bitch sayin' that she love me, I don't wanna hear that shit
At the end of the day, I'mma trip about the chip
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Writer(s): Ausar Fowler, Darrin Jermaine Labriel
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