The Cold Room - S3-E7

Lyrics

[Intro] 50 Niggas fucking know man Free my fuckin' niggas LJS on the beat Ay, Tweeko mixed this uno? It sounds cold [Verse] They can't be walkin' around (No they can't) And they know what I'm talkin' about This war, we ain't talkin' it out Man, spot me an opp, I'll score him out (Ying him up) Man, filled to the brim, I'm cornin' him down No if's or buts, we'll water him down Lil bro chargin', and he borin' it down This hand-thing spins like a merry go 'round (Spinnin') Can't tell me 'bout hand's on tourin' Best run when this engine's roaring (Best) These bells come fat like Nasty Fling shots at an opp boy's party (Bow) The beef's fryin', these yutes be dyin' I won't talk chat, cah' we sent them flyin' (No he can't) Ran like a bitch and he went into hiding RO got bucked, sеnt him divin' Nanked in his head, now the pussio's rhymin' Shoutout my stеppers, they done 'been glidin' Saw C2 went there on a bad one, they all quit Make it clear, choose a career Don't be silly, you know you ain't feared Done be leavin' your' friends in tears I AG bop, 2 step with my peers I'm a auto man, still do it in gears Came fresh home, straight back to the trap (Fresh home) Even tho bro said "Focus on rap" I'm out here, tellin' the fiends "I'm back" (I'm back) This stick gon' rip, and I use no mag' Just smashed down a 9 in pebs I'm on the M-way comin' back to the ends Need more fiends, I don't need new friends Word to Yanko, they got put in a benz Can't get tired of smokin' zeds (No I can't) Fry man up, trynna' bill me a new one (Bow) Flip this pack, then might buy me a new gun Wrapped up a man, please tell me what you've done Still trynna' bop if I spot me a smooth one I caught up tripped that prick and he fell Then he got yinged in his head, oh well (Ying him up) Like move in your' block on lurk Like invest in waps, like invest in shells I ain't trynna' link Culps and Mizz in hell Gang beat off wap, I ain't trynna' go jail Done it back-road, and I done it on mains Everytime they get caught, [?] pray With lil boy, he knows to do what I say Give him a nod, press on that gauge With my AGB-s got the poenems locked Original member, my mash is cocked Touch road [?] this whip get's rocked (Whip) Like, I don't wan' managing things (Yeah) Catch man pullin' them strings (Whoo) Stuff 5 man in them dings With the 4.4 you know this handthing rings 018 it was lengthy ching War is war, gotta' fill to the brim Best talk correct when you talk to the prince I stretched one boy, he ain't 'been back since (No he ain't) I can never put my love in a bitch (No) I'd rather put my faith on a stick We cheff him up 'till his body don't twitch One shot from the pump make him do a backflip (Grr-bow) Any opp I bucked, I attacked it (Grr-bow) Don't wanna' hear 'bout Drillz, that silly fat shit (Hah) Huh, hella new unknown yutes They don't wanna' put on their boots (No they don't) This is a [?], do it for the views Man really get down on worksy Nokia love phone twerk like Nicky (Yeah) I ain't talkin' 'bout phone when the gang get clicky Dotts in the glide, I ain't picky (No I'm not) [Outro] Ay, Tweeko mixed this uno? It sounds cold Act up, get slapped up Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, AGB