Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold, artist - HD. Date of issue: 20.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold |
| 4 in the morning and we still up |
| And we ain’t going in till we banked up |
| Red lights on the black and white |
| But niggas out here dying tryna live that life |
| And when we trapping them bands, you know we do it right |
| On the road to success, sipping the dirty sprite |
| And we’ll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right |
| And we’ll push the Bob Barker if the Price Is Right |
| And if you scared go to church |
| I prayed to the Game God but it didn’t work |
| 4 in the morning and we still up |
| Scared to death of losing tryna get it up |
| Keep the music down, check the rearview |
| Where I’m from a red light’ll be the death of you |
| Smoking snorting sipping popping numb the pain |
| I lose another nigga I’ma go insane |
| Soft off-white coke on a dope plate |
| I’m outside strapped down grinding in the rain |
| We got that Pat Sajak, bring the fortune back |
| I got that Bob Barker white, if the price is right |
| And I swore that I wouldn’t go back to selling |
| That same shit that had my mama selling my game gifts |
| Just for a base hit, now they got me back on my |
| Basics, back in the kitchen whipping this cake mix |
| Nigga back to the yayo, something that I swore I |
| Wouldn’t sell, but I’m back to the pyrex, arm and hammer and a |
| Scale, I’m back to the baggies I’m back to the knocks, the |
| Block, I’m back where it started, back to running from the |
| Cops, I’m back to this bullshit chasing chicken in the |
| Chicken shit, when you chasing chicken for your lawyer fees and |
| Lawyer ?, so I’ma keep chasing till my money stretch |
| Or my feet blister or your price is right mister |
| Holla, at me, B, nigga |
| (Hook) |
| I’m tryna get this shit up, ain’t going home tonight |
| I get it in all day, be trapping all night |
| Born trife, I’m motivated to get it |
| Never thought I’d see the day I put Boonts on back of my fitted |
| You know that I stay with it, on my hip I keep a Nia Long |
| Get it out a bitch or talk chicken through a microphone |
| Don’t matter, either way I’m putting on |
| I’m still gunning for Lik and popping off for Stone |
| Tell them niggas hold on, I ain’t finished yet |
| Niggas on that internet-banging get the mini-Tek |
| If you talking bout chicken I’m all in |
| Live life like no tomorrow, wake up and do it again |
| It’s the 1 |
| I grew up in the hood where every block got a brother |
| A sinner, I eat a nigga face just for dinner |
| Locked up no Jadakiss, got killers on D-Block |
| When it’s trife in the hood I push sheetrock |
| Heavy when I Chris Rock, Killuminati 2Pac |
| You know Lil Rod gon shoot if he see a opp |
| Bearfaced we the MOB, hit us if you need a job |
| I’m turnt up, got a cup of that Young Screw |
| Still trapping, Hoodstar like young Scoot |
| Look in my eyes, that’s pain staring at you |
| The homie do bad, I toss a four lateral |
| Mix the coke with the baking soda that’s compatible |
| Thank you |
| (Hook) |
| Still getting free bands, why you niggas hating on me? |
| Got my main bitch in the bed waiting on me |
| Four in the morning, still up trapping |
| Got my lil nigga with me and he trigger happy |
| Lost a lot of niggas to the street life |
| Got some niggas in the pen facing 25 |
| I’m damn near dozing when I’m getting high |
| So I’ma keep sipping till I catch a nod |
| Two whole zannies in a two liter |
| And I been a young felon, you niggas misdemeanors |
| I met G-Dirty off in Santa Rita |
| Now I’m posted all night, strapped with the nina |
| Knocks keep blowing up my trap phone |
| If you ain’t talking bout chicken hear the dial tone |
| Still out rocking for my nigga Stone |
| First nigga on the block, catch me early morn' |
| (Hook) |