The Cold Room - S2-E7

Lyrics

[Intro] Sebz Beats, baby Ayy-ayy-ayo, Tefo made this one Armed feds had us on smash, but bro's doin' chat, tryna get man slapped I ain't movin' an inch, he knows man's black The gunman's white, they say we attack Done time in jail, came out the can, metal on my arm, went into soldier's back Ayy, Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold [Verse] Armed feds had us on smash, but bro's doin' chat, tryna get man slapped I ain't movin' an inch, he knows man's black The gunman's white, they'll say we attack Done time in jail, came out the can, metal on my arm, went into soldier's back He got yinged in his eye on my yank, he still can see, had to learn from that Pull it to knee, my dirty slag, she's a rusty ol' dot and she rasses fags He got bagged for the M like Kelly, unlike her, he ain't bust that pack Couldn't sit down, first time in OT, spent two weeks and my arse finna cramp Now-now-now, I make P's in multiple ways since I elevated from a boy to a man Free-free-free M, he told me decisions I make gon' make me an earnin' I was wearin' the football kit at the county, I couldn't get clocked by the undies lurkin' Gyal act perfect, best-best know how to fuck, I don't fuck no virgins And I told her my yardman wanna insert it, I'm mashin' that out till them legs dem curlin' Three R's, two times we stepped in their yard and a man got cut up I shanked my man in his face, and I'm lookin' at bro like, "What's that, another?" How-how-how can you say you're on man? When you got bine, you just melt like butter I asked PM, "Where's he from?", I said, "I don't know, I just heard him stutter" You don't want problems, my temper's bad, I don't care about my conscience Who shot him? Stop him, drop him, juice him up and he'll turn Joe Swanson That day was poppin', civilians clocked it, blood on my clothes, still boppin' My niggas do smash and grab, so best mind out when they're window shoppin' His pad got flipped, so he plugged it, plugged it, he lost that pack when he flushed it On the real side, got busted, it's in the jail house, you get tongue with a bust lip We told him we got him, a hunnid, a hunnid, in the end, we still in the rush dem I don't do Kony, you're buzzin', you're buzzin', you best come through with the fundin' I step with shift-shift hunna O shifty Had my chest held high on the landin', had in my plug and I'm strile like Tenchi I went 'round there with Sav, we bucked into **** and said, "Yo, did you miss me?" He would've took one to the chest, but he still held 6 or 7 like Dimzy, held 6 or 7 like Dimzy GoGetBusy don't do no chattins Ev-Ev-everyone said I had talent, they still got shot when I started rappin' I got a codeword for my gyal, only way we understand it 'cah it's in Spanish I was on the wing with trappers and killers, from Milton Keynes, I was a savage It was servery stuck on my plate, now, it's lobster and steak, back to livin' lavish Could get givin' pop on the visit, but then they banned it 'cah man brought packs in I was on tag then I was on the run Then I went jail, it's all just a mad ting GTK, I'm an OT bandit Why lie? I don't do no cappin' [Outro] Ayy-ayy-ayo, Tefo made this one Sebz Beats, baby