Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cold Gangsta, artist - Yo Gotti. Date of issue: 06.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Cold Gangsta |
| June, you’re a Jenius |
| Do we want entertainment? |
| It can’t be fucked with, incorporated |
| Smack a nigga ass just like a C |
| I’m on some cold gangsta shit |
| I might get blocked out the industry (I am) |
| Ain’t wifin' no hoes, 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 tryin' 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 bitch) |
| What’s happenin', Gates? |
| Mulholland Estates |
| I might turn this bitch 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, fuck it ain’t got no alarm (For what?) |
| New Richard Mille on my arm (Fake) |
| I’ma king, you a pawn (Nigga) |
| I’m a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, woo, Raekwon (I am) |
| New M’s to the city |
| Detroit born, Big Shawn (Facts) |
| I’m on some cold gangsta shit |
| I got a lil' bitch 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 a record label fuck over us |
| When I did the robberies? |
| (Never gon' happen) |
| They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?) |
| 'Fore they fuck 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 nigga and that not debatable |
| Tryna buy loyalty, they not available |
| I got a hundred 'round dick on this AR |
| Now hold this tableble |
| All my bitches bad, tens |
| Bitch love so what, fuck her |
| Hold up, we hittin' the Benz, yeah |
| Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby) |
| Yeah motherfucker, we friends, shit |
| 'Long she down, I’m up, bitch |
| 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 ass down in the office |
| Make her hit the in the Benz |
| Lean, weed, drink |
| Bitch one-off, get painted |
| X was a ho, we ain’t |
| Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can’t |
| Gotta pay me to Perc' no shit, I’m famous |
| Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m rainin' |
| Put in the earth, make 'er keep goin', then put in her hair |
| Link one, told me lil' ho, these scared |
| Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin' |
| 380 for the war, what they want for the |
| I just want the truck, I’m sayin', «Skrrt» (No cap) |
| Heard you wan' fuck, take a chance (Come on) |
| If I hit her friend, I’m playin' (He is) |
| 200 in chains, I’m dancin' |
| Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (Ho, rat) |
| All five cars not rented (None of 'em) |
| None of these bitches 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 fuckin' wit me |
| Tear down my brothers, the beast |
| Whether they want it or not, I’ma cut 'em a piece |
| I keep my gun when I’m sleep |
| Double her number, a hundred ain’t nothin' |
| Two hundred, you done in a week |
| Who wanna run in on me? |
| They really runnin' from beef |
| Just tryna go get summin' to eat |
| Can’t even order in peace |
| Once there was war wit' no peace |
| Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week |
| Who brought more order than me? |
| Gave you a purpose and |
| Stuck around, help you work it |
| I never said I was perfect but flawless |
| As soon as you chained up and fall |
| Like the leaves at the end of the August |
| I hit it twice and he bought it |
| Opened my mouth and she caught it |
| Walkin' this shit like I talk it |
| Smokin', these niggas be coughin' |
| Face 'em, put 'em in coffins |
| First murder wit' a revolver |
| Then I did it on my lawn |
| Big Gee, the one and only (Big Gee, the one and only) |