Lyrics Cold Hearted - Jay Fizzle

Cold Hearted

Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin'
You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip
Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
I keep my mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson
Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city
Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef
Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me
Death round the corner I don’t fear em
Niggas keep talkin' I don’t hear em
My only little girl 7 years
Her mama won’t let me see her
Was so cool at the school out
Kick a bitch and she blew out
Hurt the bitch feelings we fell out
Remember the park at the shootout
We had to cuss the whole crew out
That made your new nigga move out
Everywhere I show up I step on em
Racks on their head put a check on em
Cut my dog off he my ex homie
For I need a nigga I stay long
I don’t want a nigga that’s fuck on me
I’m raised in the streets I got no mama
The only one there was my grandmama
I give her the work that’s what I’m known for
Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin'
You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip
Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson
Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city
Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef
Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me
I know they hate on my come up
Fuck em go tell a nigga run up
Trap all night till the sun up
Tryna get rich so I can take home my mama
Whole lotta hoes tryna nut on em
Got cut real niggas I die for em
Use to be broke I ain’t had nothin'
Jump off the porch I was too young
Just had a newborn matter fact two of em
If it ain’t paper then I ain’t about it
Collect all the bread let you have the breadcrumbs
Remember four deep we slept on a twin bunk
Remember the date when we use to skip lunch
That was my nigga we go buy some air 1s
All the fightin' and never a fair one
Remember the Christmas and we prayin' for everyone
Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin'
You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip
Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson
Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city
Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef
Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me
You know you ain’t never know who really love you till your dead
That’s why I don’t fuck with these niggas
Fear me
I keep three niggas with me and three niggas on it
Been with me from day one
Straight like dis
No new niggas
Gang shit no lame shit nigga
Paper route business
Big Grape
Three niggas with me you know that it’s steppin'
You can’t come around if you don’t have a whip
Don’t sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain’t learn my lesson
Don’t fuck with new niggas I hate in my city
Bitches been grape but I ain’t talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some niggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it’s beef
Got some real niggas that’s gone fire bout me