Cold Hearted

Lyrics

[Hook: Jay Fizzle] Three niggas with me you know that it's steppin' You can't come around if you don't have a whip Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' I keep my mama gangster she in the pen chillin' I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson Don't fuck with new niggas I hate in my city Bitches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef Got some real niggas that's gone fire bout me [Verse 1: Jay Fizzle] Death round the corner I don't fear em Niggas keep talkin' I don't hear em My only little girl 7 years Her mama won't let me see her Was so cool at the school out Kick a bitch and she blew out Hurt the bitch feelings we fell out Remember the park at the shootout We had to cuss the whole crew out That made your new nigga move out Everywhere I show up I step on em Racks on their head put a check on em Cut my dog off he my ex homie For I need a nigga I stay long I don't want a nigga that's fuck on me I'm raised in the streets I got no mama The only one there was my grandmama I give her the work that's what I'm known for [Hook: Jay Fizzle] Three niggas with me you know that it's steppin' You can't come around if you don't have a whip Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson Don't fuck with new niggas I hate in my city Bitches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef Got some real niggas that's gone fire bout me [Verse 2: Jay Fizzle] I know they hate on my come up Fuck em go tell a nigga run up Trap all night till the sun up Tryna get rich so I can take home my mama Whole lotta hoes tryna nut on em Got cut real niggas I die for em Use to be broke I ain't had nothin' Jump off the porch I was too young Just had a newborn matter fact two of em If it ain't paper then I ain't about it Collect all the bread let you have the breadcrumbs Remember four deep we slept on a twin bunk Remember the date when we use to skip lunch That was my nigga we go buy some air 1s All the fightin' and never a fair one Remember the Christmas and we prayin' for everyone [Hook: Jay Fizzle] Three niggas with me you know that it's steppin' You can't come around if you don't have a whip Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson Don't fuck with new niggas I hate in my city Bitches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef Got some real niggas that's gone fire bout me [Outro: Jay Fizzle] You know you ain't never know who really love you till your dead That's why I don't fuck with these niggas Fear me I keep three niggas with me and three niggas on it Been with me from day one Straight like dis No new niggas Gang shit no lame shit nigga Paper route business Big Grape [Hook: Jay Fizzle] Three niggas with me you know that it's steppin' You can't come around if you don't have a whip Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin' My mama gangster she in the pen chillin' I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson Don't fuck with new niggas I hate in my city Bitches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef Got some real niggas that's gone fire bout me