The Cold Room - S3-E3

Lyrics

[Intro] (X10) (Elevate this mix sounds mad) (Ay Tweeko mixed this you know, it sounds cold) [Verse 1: YB] Me and dem man ain't got the same vision All I see is deep incisions Machine come clean with a beam so how can I miss with all this precision When I switch I see red, that's my green light Glee with a switch made the Opps put their knees high I've been touring and scoring since knee height Tryna shake where they live like a Beehive Unlike the bees, they'll stay indoors and not retaliate Suttin' got slapped, well there's no get back I think they're letting this one marinate Try run up in cribs, my man triеd saving his skin, let his MarJ barricade I've got a thing for thе wap, we just gravitate Loading it up in the back, bro navigate They're like Yo YB, how do you get by? Cah true say you're released in time I grab a whole one and I let that fly There weren't no time for the dinger or ped With this 9 on my side, I'm peddling by Any Opp that I see, I'll shell him with bine Hands on, hands on, I'm controlling the 9 Hands off, hands off, I ain't touching the line Dumped off, dumped off, we were all disguised Put me and Tblackz' points combined, oh my you'd lose your mind Try step round my side, you can lose your life Try stunt with your buss down, lose that ice Bro dispersed that corn through a letterbox But just as a warning sign We spin more than the moon when it orbits Make these big bells sit in your chest til' you run out of breath Like Rasputia I was sitting on Norbit I was new, it was in Gods plan My man tripped up now my blades in my hand Dope man, that's a one way trip to the can Free the gang, free the gang, .44's get banged