The Cold Room - S1-E5

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro] (Yo, Elevate made this beat) Gang You know who it is man, Karma (Linguini) 2, aye, shout out Tweeks man, aye You know it's cold, huh It's freezin', ahaha Fuckin' hell, free 'em up, gang, aye (Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold) [Verse] On your mark, get set On your mark, get set, get ready Nah, my man didn't get far He got a head start, but his legs turned jelly Wheel it, spin that lil' selector 'Cause he's gonna hold bare like huggin' a teddy The other side always get buried So right now, I'm twistin' up 3 like canerows I know a J from the block, one jezzy But her name starts with an A, it's not J-Lo I make a good gyal dash away, Halo I dig it in deep, now, she talkin' about cuffs (Uh) Don't you know that I hate those? You givin' man PTSD I really gotta dodge from the plain clothes And marked cars 'cah I really got it on me I'm short, but I walk with a zombie Don't get caught 'cah you said that you're on me You'll get left in the past All for the love of the money I was doin' OT with pebs in my arse In school, I was always in iso' So apparently, I didn't pay attention to class Shit, here comes my favorite part Incog got chinged in his heart He's a big man to be chillin' in parks Opps ain't gassed, man, they're more like fucked Why the fuck, am I callin' her "Aunt"? I ain't got no respect for a paigon's marj Bro, just show me the maggy Trust, everybody gon' hear if it talks Buss, gloves, not wearin' a mask Shank or bullet, might tear 'em apart Pull it, bullet, hearin' the bap-bap That will put fear in a heart Wearin' a mask, shank or bullet Might tear 'em apart Pull it, bullet, hearin' it bap-bap That will put fear in a heart Look, if you want suttin' done right You better do it yourself, G Angle your arm like you're takin' a selfie Swing that down, make a man say "Help me" Dash, dash from the boys in blue 'Cah they playin' for keeps, they ain't playin' for Chelsea They want to see a black boy in a cell They don't wanna see a nigga rich and wealthy Well, we're still gonna do what we do Wapped get tapped like my nigga K2 Known as Kenz, I don't know about you To the paigon, try if they do Then they probably got no IQ Married to the money, they don't, I do, I do Do you love dough? I do I remember lookin' from my bro car view Now, I need my gwop all filthy too [Part II] [Intro] Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold Shell did his homework [Verse] I love when I beat in the baddest of B's I get the pussy so wet That it sound like I'm whippin' up Mac n' Cheese I told gyally on me "You're a joker" You talk so bad, and it sounds all good But you're so mediocre She told me her brain's 10/10 But I didn't get a boner Jeet that bitch, send her back to her owner, woah I jeet that down, send it back to her husband I got PTSD from police You can hear my heartbeat when my nigga says, "Askar" So no way can I bag one, cuff man Let me talk about nanks and handguns Let me just talk 'bout money 'Cause true say I really got enough of them anthems Look at your brick or Samsung Tryin' bill a line right now 'Cause I like money more than I like rappin' Look, I don't wanna die right now So when I'm outside, just know that I ain't lackin' LOL, this guy thinks I want his girl Well, fuckin' hell, man I wouldn't even smash it I wouldn't even get a gawk gawk And I know a leng-leng said she got a friend If a bredrin's leng then she might get a fuck-fuck She might get a feature Mind how you step 'round me 'Cah trust me, I leave a T stain, no Teeka No face from the boy, can't name me I ain't Tracy, that's Beaker Bitch tryna play me, I ain't FIFA You don't love me, that's my name But you wanna take me away, I ain't pizza No, you can't take me away, I ain't pizza I got real life beef, man this ain't McD's Don't let me put hands on a beater To the brother, man ease up Man, I might squeeze at a suttin' like D cups