Heart Cold

Lyrics

[Intro] Izze the Producer [Verse 1] They throwin' rocks and hide their hands, I ain't surprised I don't stand in traps I no longer supervise I thank God every night before I close my eyes Beefin' with them niggas, shot at them like three times (Three times) If I'm wrong then I don't wanna be right (No way) Got my phone in the back of my Levi's And I still don't trust no bitch 'cause at the end, she lied I got these hundred in the safe, stacked up knee high Fuckin' hoes gettin' old, gettin' money ain't new Shawty thinkin' I'ma business man 'cause she seen Homie in a suit, huh Top drop at anytime, need a GPS for the roof And I don't really like no nigga who talk a lot, rather show me what you gon' do, huh Parallel in the parking lot, I'm rollin' smoked out in the coupe Got these hundred dollar bills in rubber bands 'cause I don't like to carry money loose Got a couple bands on these niggas' head, if I say the word, they gon' shoot And I ain't beefin' with no nigga 'bout no bitch, to me, that ain't cool It's too much money to be made out here, yeah Gotta keep my gun, it ain't safe out here Been stayin' down, can't show my face 'round here And I ain't trippin' cut the lights out Got this cross on my chest and you know it's iced out [Chorus] Heart cold, ice box Eyes closed, lights out Chicago White Sox Talk hard, pipe down Shootin' shit, head target Dead friend, red carpet I can't hear you nigga money anyway, say it louder Talk loud, nah, nigga Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I'm paranoid, geeked up I see dead people I see you before you comin', I'm lookin' through the peephole [Verse 2] The G code, yeah, you know I'm stickin' to it Turn the volume up on these headphones, I wanna listen to it Keep the chopper, yeah, in the back, man, and let the pistol do it Can't close my eyes, gotta face my fear just grip and do it Stick and move, you know I'm stickin' to what we planned He sick of losin', I heard he spent all of his advance Feel like a movie, I walked in feelin' just like the man On every move I hit, I make sure I had my mask Right hand truth, I swear I will never take the stand I swear I shoot, just look at the blisters on my hand Shine bright, headlight I gotta make the transaction if you got the bread right This cross make me feel like [Chorus] Heart cold, ice box Eyes closed, lights out Chicago White Sox Talk hard, pipe down Shootin' shit, head target Dead friend, red carpet I can't hear you nigga money anyway, say it louder Talk loud, nah, nigga Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I'm paranoid, geeked up I see dead people I see you before you comin', I'm lookin' through the peephole [Outro] Heart cold, ice box Eyes closed, lights out Talk hard, pipe down I can't hear you nigga money anyway, say it louder Money in the wall with a tracker on the phone just in case you wanna call a nigga I see dead people I see dead people