The Cold Room - S1-E11

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] (Linguini, linguini) (Elevate, this mix sounds mad) (Ayy, Tweeko mixed this one, you know, it sounds cold) [Verse 1: Uncs] I'm not your average rapper (No) Sav ain't your average splasher (Ching) GP ain't your average trapper (Yo) Ramz ain't your average shooter (Baow, baow) Jigga ain't your average shooter (Glee, glee) Press on the luger and turn man Casper I said Ramz "Don't link me right now, you be doin' the most, but you're all on mapper" And I ain't tryna get slapped on obbo (No) Since most of my opps are rappers Let's pull up at gates, tryna serve man hollows Catch **** and make him azonto Skengs get put into use The skengs that we got are ours, not borrowed Skengs get put into use The skengs that we got are ours, not borrowed Who's [?]? We are wonder Park Lane come like a gun shot Man try pull up on him, he ran I'm pissed cah' that was my one shot Man's been here from the start, they jump off They couldn't hack the beef, so they jumped off I'm with gang tryna fill up the Honda Lil' bro wan' shoot like Saka Pull up on opps, and blast the skeng And-and blast again And blast again That's red cards for them Pretty opp bitch in Dior, man give her the D Have her beggin' for more Hands on my heart, we're ready for war We're slidin' vans and poppin' them doors [Verse 2: Stewie] I got bro-bro, got me surely War who? Gimme' the toy, I'ma end that story More time I get 'round, can't see no one Comin' like Findin' Dory Fuck friends, I roll with niggas that's ridin' for me With brainless on a one, too [?] Bro jumped off and backed it bait Pullin' up like Dway, ain't no one gon' stop me today While me and bro givin' a chase, bro took stance, brilliant aim Bro took stance, brilliant aim Bally and gloves, you know the vibe It might just be that time where suttin' get's packed on a cloudy night If someone gets packed, man bill up a spliff, smoke that down, got me feelin' high Smoke that down like man don't care, do you smell that fragrance? One of your brothers' got put in the air [Verse 3: KayyKayy] I'm with Uncs, free Gunna Run a man down with my fuckin' cutter Get cut up, face and body get fuck up When you feel bells from the brucker Me, 6ix, swervin' skid, two sticks in the [?], I'm doin' up nutter Just caught this opp tryna stutter, hold up bro, here's sweets for your supper I bang this mash like Ramz, and I swing my splash like Sneakz and Tugga This bad B's talkin' lover, said I'm actin' like Danny Glover Shout's O my bruce, my brother, real smokey, won't know 'bout Tugga Trap mash, get bread and butter, get back gang do skeng and suffer My lil' bro's do up the .9 for practice Slap this, carry on doin' them gang shit's Active, up in the duce I'm campin', vampin', tryna leave on the standin' Opp boys started rappin', step to your block, oh no what happened? Critical splashin', how many stabbings? Heard he survived, man how man, dammit Sin Squad step, no cappin', all out attackin', we left shit tragic Four man deep in traffic, blue lights rush to the scene, no panic The life I live in is so ments, the gang gon' do it, I swear it ain't nothin' Pull up, they're screamin', "Don't bun him" the gang gon' do it at anyone's function [Part II] [Verse 1: Uncs] SinSquad steppin', gang doin' him grevious Crime scene hideous, civilians speechless He's gonna need Jesus, he's gonna need Christ SinSquad step, put pressure on dem Like Famous Dex, he got done up twice Me and bro like Batman and Robin You take that left, I'll take that right [Verse 2: KayyKayy] I love this Glock like Nick love London Skengs and drugs in abundance Jump-out Gang, splash and score in public We're lockin' off anyone's function Block come hot like Haiti, the feds-dem hate me So I'm with a gorgeous one, she thinks I'm a fan of Harry 'Cah me and my brother are talkin' wands like Potter [Verse 3: Uncs] I'm with Scrub on the passenger side In my best friend's ride, fill 'em up with bine The .44 boom, but the SKD had the ting no BB selection of bine This corn ain't free, G, but you can hold freebies This bitch wanna be my wife I told her we're friends like Joey and Phoebe Lurk on the opps, gang make it look easy [Verse 4: KayyKayy] He shoots, I shoot, stick and move On the L how I bun a man brother If they dash, we crash All tryna attack on the opps And they all get slapped with each other He try run, Mo Farah Uh-uh, the bells dem spread like butter With 6ix and the jakes are doin' up nothin' No sticks 'till I score with my cutter [Verse 3: Stewie] Fuck braggin', I really do this SS, Serious Splashin' and gang's still shootin' Big man, don't get your shit splat Push your wig back in an average bootin' Out and again, and again, and then movin' Case closed 'cah we left them clueless Tour De France, and I ain't been on tour Pull up on ****, like Bondro Tryna make racks, why'd you think I'm on four? Pull up on lurkers, who you on for? Circle around with the safety off Why wouldn't we be on four? We tour knowin' we ain't slappin' no rebought Tryna see more, released more You dig me? Got gang slappin' up pickneys Ain't none of them spillin' juice, my nigga Juice is always tipsy I was in the block with [?] and [?] shoulda seen how he got down DV Who do you think got down ****? Foenem slapped off two, heard feds and we cut from the scene real quickly