COLD BLOODED KILLER

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayo, ayy Ayy, yeah [Verse] My niggas caught him, it's finna end tragic He's stupid for trying to hide, ayy We heard that nigga was trying to rob So we do him like Bonnie and Clyde, ayy And the shirts up, with the Glock on my body So run up, I wish you would try, ayy My niggas catch him, we stompin' him out on the street Til' that fuck nigga died, ayy Yeah, that fuck nigga died, ayy Yeah, that fuck nigga died, ayy Then we gon' spin on his block And we light that bitch up like the 4th of July, ayy Talkin' that shit on the internet That's the type of shit that get you stuck in the [?], ayy If you try me, on the gang, then I put it on god We ain't lettin' it slide, ayy Yeah, EBK is the gang, bitch, we kill niggas I'm younger than you, and I'm still bigger Got my Tommy on me, bitch, no Hilfiger You can run all you want, and I'd still get you Got yo' bitch on my dick, [?] If you want to live, you gon' have to beg me for your life Yeah, I said it, go kneel, nigga On god, yeah Said I can kill him, this Drac' can Bitch, I'm loaded, choppa make him breakdance I'm gon' flex on my ex, with like eight bands But nigga, we not finna shake hands You cannot come to my circle, I cut off the snakes And I took out the fake friends Roll up the wood, with a purple I smoke marijuana, no bitch, I don't take meds It's timing bitch, I'm on some other shit And no, you can't compete Grindin', I be stuntin' on you niggas in my fuckin' sleep He cryin', cause he ran up on my niggas, thinking shit was sweet Lying, they don't really want the static, they just fuckin' tweet On top, she suckin' me Glocky be my company They had enough of me If I run up, I'm bustin' three Just so I can tell the last one, "He can't fuck with me" Niggas flexing with they dads gun, I kill them humbly Ayy, yeah, kill that nigga on the streets Ayy, pussy nigga, know you weak Ayy, she gon' suck me in my sleep Ayy, smokin' gas, I'm a geek Ayy, he tried to hide from my niggas He didn't know we was comin' from beneath Ayy, I know these bitches are mad Cause they still finna fuck me, knowin' I'm a G [Outro] Ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh-uh, gang gang Ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh-uh, gang gang Ayy, uh, yeah yeah, uh-uh, gang gang Ayy, uh, gang gang, ayy, uh Over