COLD

[Intro: Lil Secret]
That's a two piece
Ziplock bag full of... let me smoke
Yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: Lil Secret]
Ziplock bag full of dope, let me smoke
Crack another zip, got me movin' slo-mo
Chinchilla coat when the winter get cold
Anything you need, I could get for the low, yah
Yah, and this money never slow
Racin' through the check, bitch, you know how it go
All about this money, you would think that I was too rich
I ain't tryna do relationship, these bitches foolish
Yah, off that Perc', it got me numb, yah
Yah, put my dick up on yo' bitch's tongue, yah
Yah, I got all this gas up in my lungs, yah
Yah, what, what?
Stress on my mind, bitch, I'm prayin' for a bankroll
Pressure from in my lungs, feel like I could never take nun'
Ain't about that money then we cannot conversate, no
Ain't about that money then we (Yuh), yah

[Interlude: $NOT]
Ayy, uh, what, what?
Yuh, yuh, uh
Run the dope to the [?], what? Ayy
Yuh, ayy, ayy

[Verse 2: $NOT]
Bitch, I'm boolin'
Coolin', blunt got me goin' stupid
Bitches actin' so stupid
Slappin' that bitch like a [?]
No one can stop me, I'm jukin'
Got a foreign bitch, she Cupid
Fake niggas got me pukin'
Lean got me snoozin'
For the win, I ain't losin'
I'm a beast, I ain't human
Nigga, who the fuck you foolin'?
Takin' that money, I'm fluent
Run it up, I'ma scoop it
Fill up that nigga with bruises
Fourteen xans in my lung, I'm abusin'
All these fuckers [?], I'm on it
I won't stop 'til I'm fuckin' boomin', ayy, yuh
I won't stop 'til I'm fuckin' boomin'