[Verse]
I ain't trippin’ all these pussy wanna talk tough
I leave the house and yeah you know I keep my strap tucked
I tote that stick if any nigga wanna act up
Make a nigga fold with the chop you better back up
I'm chasing cheese yeah the green is always in my vision
I'm too exclusive all my fits are limited edition
You throwin’ dirt on one my brothers you goin' end up missing
I been balling shoot that 3 like I'm Scott Pippen
Ice
Cuban link all my diamonds glistenin'
Right
I need a bitch that'll really listen
Tight
In that pussy then a nigga dippin'
All up on me when they see me yeah they know I'm drippin'
I been working hella hard and that’s true shit
So don’t compare to them niggas talkin' foo shit
Been smoking pack and yeah you know we keep the booth lit
Cleanin’ out the game coming sweepin' with my broomstick
He twitter typing run up on him he ain't do shit
Matte Black Cleaver we the movement
She told me that I took her soul I consumed it
I think of death I'm the reaper yeah I knew this
[Chorus]
So cold
So cold
Heart froze like the snow
That fall in my domain I been keepin’ it low
Why am I numb all this pain need a roll up the dro'
Imma stay 10 toes just tryna count up the dough
So cold
So cold
Heart froze like the snow
That fall in my domain I been keepin' it low
Why am I numb all this pain need a roll up the dro'
Imma stay 10 toes just tryna count up the dough
Cøld was written by Wavy T.
Cøld was produced by Bleach (Producer).