Cold Gangsta Lyrics – Yo Gotti
Singer: Yo Gotti
Title: Cold Gangsta
June, you’re a Jenius
Do we want entertainment?
It can’t be f#cked with, incorporated
Smack a n#gg# #ss just like a C
I’m on some cold gangsta sh#t
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain’t wifin’ no ho, no couple goals (Can’t do it)
Still don’t feel my enemies (I am)
Ain’t squashin’ no beef I’m fryin’ it (Hibachi)
If it’s ’bout the money, I’m tryna it (I’m tryin’, I am)
My price went high, it’s thirty a brick (What ‘evs)
Water went tight, flyin’ in (Whoosh)
Let’s say, “Goodbye” to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
In love with the whips
Nano 200 ho (Real b#tch)
What happened to Gates?
[?] the states
I might turn this b#tch to the trap though (Skeet)
And there go the neighborhood
Neighbors been busy, ’cause they heard the Lamb’ in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Sheesh)
It sound like a plane when I drive away
Might put a Rolls on a lawn, f#ck it ain’t got no alarm
New Richard Mille on my arm
I’ma king, you a pawn
I’m a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, big pawn woo, red Quan (I am)
New M’s to the city
Detroit born, Big Shawn (Facts)
I’m on some cold gangsta sh#t
I got a lil’ b#tch on the westside
Couple of hittas from south [?]
And another lil’ hitta from the eastside
I can adapt to the pain
I understand the poverty (Poor)
Why would I let the record label f#ck over us
When I did the robberies? (Never gon’ happen)
They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?)
‘Fore they f#ck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)
Whenever you mention me
You not relatable
I’m a street n#gg# and that not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, they not available
I got a hundred ’round dick on the AR
Now hold his tableble
All my b#tches bad, tens
b#tch love so what, f#ck her
Hold up, we hittin’ the Benz, yeah
b#tch wanna f#ck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah m#th*rf#ck*r we friends, yeah
‘Long she down, I’m up, b#tch
Don’t ask my name, I’m doggy
Get the head twice, don’t call me
Heard she had fire, I’m stalky
Beat her #ss down in the office
Make her hit the [?] in the Benz
Lean, weed, drink
b#tch one-off, get painted
X was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, b#tch n#gg# he a b#tch he can’t
Gotta pay me to Perc’ no sh#t, I’m famous
n#gg# like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’
Put in the earth, [?] keep goin’, then put in her hair
Link one, told me lil’ ho, these scared
[?], ayy b#tch, we sharin’
380 for the war, for the war it cleared
I just want the truck, I’m sayin’, “Skrrt” (No cap)
Heard you wan’ f#ck by chance (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’ (He is)
200 on chains, I’m dancin’
b#tch, f#ck a n#gg# ho, shoot friendly (Ho, rat)
All five cars not rented (None of ’em)
None of these b#tches can check me (None of ’em)
Ask around, “Who run the city?” Me
(Who you know run the city)
I was just runnin’ the streets
Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece
Starin’ on, clutchin’ my yeak
Look two more seconds get dizzy
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