Cold Sweats 2
(That boy Jdolla go crazy)
(Lambda)
Don't make me call my shooter, he tote whole Tec's (whole Tec's)
We gon' spin on him, we jump out old vet (old vet)
I don't give no fuck 'bout what that hoe said (hoe said)
Had to relapse that dope 'cause I had cold sweats (cold sweats)
I ain't that same nigga, I'm a grown man (grown man)
That lil' boy, he broke, he don't got no bands (no bands)
My shootas'll spin and they'll get ya' lit (get ya' lit)
Lil' Dee bangin' blood, and he from stop-6 (stop-6)
No, uh
Uh, huh
She gon' let me fuck and get that whole neck (whole neck)
I got too much money, I'm a whole flexer (flex)
Go to L.A, first class, but I'm finna get me a jet (a jet)
I done took me a lil' Xan and that bitch finna go to my head (my head)
We get to shootin' at niggas
He better hope he got a vest (got a vest)
He keep sayin' he got money
But this bi' say he got no bread (no bread)
Don't make me call my shooter, he tote whole Tec's, nigga (whole Tec's)
We-we gon' spin on him, we jump out old vet (old vet)
She gon' get right down and give me more head (more head)
Had to relapse that dope 'cause I had cold sweats, uh (cold sweats)
I ain't that same nigga, I'm a grown man (grown man)
That lil' boy, he broke, he don't got no bands (no bands)
My shootas'll spin and they'll get ya' lit (Get ya' lit)
Lil' Dee bangin' blood, and he from stop-6
(Lambda)
Don't make me call my shooter, he tote whole Tec's (whole Tec's)
We gon' spin on him, we jump out old vet (old vet)
I don't give no fuck 'bout what that hoe said (hoe said)
Had to relapse that dope 'cause I had cold sweats (cold sweats)
I ain't that same nigga, I'm a grown man (grown man)
That lil' boy, he broke, he don't got no bands (no bands)
My shootas'll spin and they'll get ya' lit (get ya' lit)
Lil' Dee bangin' blood, and he from stop-6 (stop-6)
No, uh
Uh, huh
She gon' let me fuck and get that whole neck (whole neck)
I got too much money, I'm a whole flexer (flex)
Go to L.A, first class, but I'm finna get me a jet (a jet)
I done took me a lil' Xan and that bitch finna go to my head (my head)
We get to shootin' at niggas
He better hope he got a vest (got a vest)
He keep sayin' he got money
But this bi' say he got no bread (no bread)
Don't make me call my shooter, he tote whole Tec's, nigga (whole Tec's)
We-we gon' spin on him, we jump out old vet (old vet)
She gon' get right down and give me more head (more head)
Had to relapse that dope 'cause I had cold sweats, uh (cold sweats)
I ain't that same nigga, I'm a grown man (grown man)
That lil' boy, he broke, he don't got no bands (no bands)
My shootas'll spin and they'll get ya' lit (Get ya' lit)
Lil' Dee bangin' blood, and he from stop-6
Credits
Writer(s): Jace Lavoer Salter, Adam Sader, Jai'el Laren Blackmon, Braxton Acoff
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