The Cold Room - S2-E9

Lyrics

[Intro] Elevate, this mix sounds mad Ayy, Mix, what you cookin'? RISH BEATS Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, y'know, it sounds cold MEN-MEN-MEN-MEN-MENVCE [Chorus] Come, come, I can tell you 'bout violence Daytime slappings and night time knifings LTs swing swords like vikings Try give chat so we left him silent Glidin', way too charged when I'm glidin' Give me the ting broad day and I'll strike him Get-get seen on the ped, we're collidin' Straight on sightin', no point hidin' (Skrrah) Come-come, come, I can tell you 'bout violence Daytime slappings and night time knifings (Ching, ching) LTs swing swords like vikings Try give chat so we left him silent (Shut the fuck up) Glidin', way too charged whеn I'm glidin' Give me the ting broad day and I'll strikе him (Baow) Get seen on the ped, we're collidin' Straight on sightin', no point hidin' (Skrrt, skrrt) [Verse 1] Straight ACG, I'll leave man stretched (Stretched), stressed Pull up on the back of a ped Got shaved in his back, tried get up and dash So I swiped his legs and wet him again (Gang, gang, gang) Anything green, no I can't condemn Hold straight chest shots if you're rockin' with dem (Wet that down) Go ask the paigons if I cocked my skeng (Baow) Oi, someone, shh, yes (Yes), pass the ting I'm controllin' (Ayy) She got a body-ody, no Adeola, oh damn, I feel like proposin' We left Sav in the ground all decomposin' (RIP) How many been shot and the feds ain't solvin' shit? (Nuttin') Two-two in the dot when I burst that stick It was six in the clip when I burst that glizz (Grrah) Can't call my phone if you claim the team and don't play your position (No way, no way) Chest, neck, back, or dome, go ask the opps, I got 'nough precision (Baow) One eye closed, I'll ping it with vision or back it and swing it, try cut him and fish him (Ching) One eye closed I'll ping it with vision or back it and swing it, try cut him and No excuse, gear up, we step now (Now) No less than attempt when I get round (None) Let me see a nigga with his boxers showin' then that motherfucker's getting cheffed down (Get that down) Don't ask if I beef, little nigga, his heart weren't in it, so I say that's dead now (Back up) Tell the industry to go suck my dick Either way, that door's gettin' lenged down (Bu-bush) Add a K, I assume you're high as fuck We slide with bine in the finest trucks (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) They can't go shop when the roads get dark Get caught by us then my man's fucked (Y'know) My block too gully, can't try cut through Try be a hero and I'll cut you (Stretched) Jailhouse settings, can't flex with my opps I'll stamp on your head and shave that too (Gang, gang, gang) [Chorus] Come, come, I can tell you 'bout violence Daytime slappings and nigh time knifings (Skrrah) LTs swing swords like vikings Try give chat so we left him silent (Shh) Glidin', way too charged when I'm glidin' Give me the ting broad day and I'll strike him (Baow) Get seen on the ped, we're collidin' Straight on sightin', no point hidin' [Verse 2] Same nigga that kissed on trainers ran in the shop when I slapped that dotts (Where you goin'?) On the block, got the golden boot nonstop Many times, left them sides there tapped off (Uh-huh) Best slide when I slide where you try bake off G Lock to your head, no, you can't skate off (No way, no way) Ayy rude boy, don't play badman That old madman get you chinged or banged at (Baow, baow, baow) She's bruckin' it back like the dotts Got two hands on her waist when I smash that (Oi, oi) Anytime they crashed at us, tell me a time that I never crashed back (When?) Skid skrrt in a dingered down hatch back (Skrrt) ZK on my waist, double tap in a backpack Could never be me that you draw out Seven kids got their chest plate torn out Huh (Huh?) And I don't feel sorry for their mum (No way, no way) Grrah [Outro] Ayy, Mix, what you cookin'? RISH BEATS MEN-MEN-MEN-MEN-MENVCE