Cold Blooded

(Mike Laury, Dubba-AA flexin')
Like Ross say, can’t forget bout yo brother
No never forget bout yo’ brother, look
(This is the sound)

Run down and bust a nigga shit
Since he like to talk cold blooded
We make the police come and draw the chalk
Them niggas steppin’
But ain’t like them boys out that nawf
People run and tellin’ the police
Bout everything they saw boy you a bitch
You told Yo Gotti I drew down on you
(Oh, for real?)
C-Bo can’t save you, I catch you
I’m gon’ run down on you
Fuck them fat bitches that’s with you
I’ll open fire on ‘em
I told you stories bout them bodiеs
You know how I’m coming (How I’m comin’)
38 baby, you say fed
You better stand on that (Stand on that)
Jump out on you, bitch you try to run
Gon’ shoot you in your back
Rеady for to die
My mama know that I ain’t scared of that
Yo’ chain around my neck pussy boy
You can have it back
‘Posed to be my brother
But you changed up like them other niggas
Back up on that gangster shit
You got me screaming fuck a nigga
Anywhere you at
No it ain’t shit just for to touch you nigga
Ain’t gave C-Bo shit
Bitch I gave something to
All my fuckin’ niggas (That’s on Montana)
Six hundred thousand in the bank
Just for a rainy day
Two hundred thousand up in Chase
I can spend any day
Want you to diss me in your song
I’m waitin’ on that day (Day)
So I can call you like "Meet up"
And shoot you in your face
Drive by up in the bottom
I just beat another case
Never been in jail for months? Say lil’ boy
We can’t relate
You know all my niggas bout it
You done showed me that you fake
No competition, fuck Tay-K
Bitch I ain’t in no race
Grandma I hope that you forgive
From the way I’m livin’
Mama don’t tell me bout my pistol
Niggas wanna kill me bitch when I met you
You was real but now you start to switchin’
Draco bouncing up and down like switches
Shoot it till it’s clickin’
DonDada love violence
Nigga all I want is bodies
On top of that, say bitch
I want ten million dollars
Since you did that
I swear that it’s a problem
On my mama, I ain’t stoppin’
On my son, you gotta pop me, bitch

38 baby nigga, yeah i’m fed, I’m too fed
But not when you say it, bitch
You better stand on it, believe that
Fuck this rap shit, you know how I’m livin’