Yo Gotti - Cold Gangsta

Cold Gangsta
Cold Gangsta

Part I

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
(June, you’re a genius)
Do What We Want Entertainment
And Can’t Be Fucked With Incorporated
Smack a Nigga Ass LLC

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I’m on some cold gangster shit (Ain’t I?)
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain’t wifin’ no hoes, no “couple goals” (Can’t do it)
And still don’t fear no 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)
The price went high, it’s thirty a brick (What else, pew)
Water been tight, flyin’ in (Pew, pew, whoosh)
Let’s say goodbye to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
And welcome to wealth, 90210 (Real big)
Behind the gates (I am), Mulholland Estates
I might turn this bitch to the trap, though (Let’s get it, yuh)
“Ayy, there go the neighborhood”
Neighbors been bitching (Why?)
‘Cause they heard the Lamb’ in the driveway (Bzzz)
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Ding, ding)
It sound like a plane when I drive ‘way (Yuh)
Might park the Rolls on the lawn (Lawn)
Fuck it, ain’t got no alarm (For what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory, woo)
I’m a king; you a pawn (Nigga)
I’m a legend: 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
New Elvis to the city (King)
In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)
I’m on some cold gangster shit
I got a lil’ bitch on the west side (West side)
Couple lil’ hitters from South Memphis
And another lil’ hitter from the eastside (East side, real)
I can adapt to the pain (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? Shh)
‘Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)
Whenever you mention me (Pew, pew)
You not relatable; I’m a street nigga, and that’s not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, that’s not available (Yuh)
I got a hundred-’round dick on this AR
And I hold it stable-ble (Hey, hey, yeah)

 

Part II

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
All my bitches bad, tens, bitch on me, so what? (Fuck on)
Ho gave he head in the Benz (Yeah)
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck, ooh
(Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah, and I fuck her friends
Shit, long as she down, I’m up
Bitch, don’t ask my name—I’m doggy (Yeah)
Get the head twice, don’t call me (Yeah)
Heard she got fire, I’m stalking (Yeah)
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the highway with beans (Yeah)
Lean, weed, drank
Bitch run off, get painted (Yeah)
Ex was a ho; we ain’t (Yeah)
Turn Blood, nigga—yeah, bitch, he can’t
Gotta pay me to park—no shit, I’m famous
Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’
Put in the air (Yeah)
Make her keep goin’, then put in her hair (Yeah)
Link one-twenty, lil’ ho, these carats (Yeah)
Bros over hoes, ayy, bitch, we sharin’
Three-eight for the ‘Rari—what they want for the ‘Claren?
I just bought the truck, I’m sayin’ (Yeah, skrrt, no cap)
Heard you wanna fuck, take chances (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’ (Yeah)
Yeah, two hundred in chains, I’m dancin’ (Bitch, yeah)
Fuck a nigga ho—she was friendly (Ho, rat)
Own five cars, not rented (None of ’em)
None of these bitches came tinted (None of ’em)
Ask around—who run the city? (Me)
(You know who runnin’ the city)

Part III

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
I was just runnin’ in the streets (Running the city)
Me and my brother
We both had an onion a piece (Both had an ounce)
Starin’, I’m clutchin’ my yeek (Hold up, Flex on that bitch)
Look two more seconds
Get deadly when fuckin’ with me (FOREVEROLLING)
Turned all my brothers to beasts
Whether they want it or not, I’ma cut ’em a piece (Yeah, you know I’ma cut ’em a piece)
I keep my gun when I’m sleep
Double the number—a hundred ain’t nothin’
Two hundred, you done in a week
Who wanna run into me?
They really runnin’ from beef
Scared to go get somethin’ to eat (Yeah)
Can’t even order in peace
Once, it was war with no peace (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week
Who brought more order than me? (Bop, bop, bop, bop)
Gave you a purpose
In March, stuck around, help you work it
I never said I was perfect, but flawless
As soon as you changed up
And fall like the leaves at the end of the August
I hit it twice, and he bought it
Opened her mouth and she caught it
Walkin’ this shit like I talk it (Yeah, yeah)
Smoke with me, niggas be coughin’ (Yeah)
Face ’em, we put ’em in coffins
First murder with a revolver
And I did it on my lonely
Big Gee, the one and only

[Outro: EST Gee]
Big Gee, the one and only, man
Know what I’m saying?
I ain’t got no skeletons in my closet, nigga
Real street nigga, no flaw, flawless
You know what I’m saying?
You niggas just cowards, man
And we stood on this shit—still standing on this shit
Niggas still getting hit
Play if you want, fool, you’ll see the snake pit
Get your face hit
Bitch nigga

 

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