Cold Connections

Flick of the wrist
Look at the shit on my whip
P to d and I dip
Eazy e but no hiv
Uh look at the shit on my whip

Look at my gear
Look at the ring on my bitch
Look at the flick of the wrist
Oo
Fuck

Bitch I gotta a make million
All my whole life
I ain't had a penny
Working magic like i’m penny
All the way up like i'm remy
Fire up like
Fuck
Fire truck in my crib
Duck
All my neighborhood
Turned out
Drive by to my house
Now
Tell me am I in the wrong
For pulling a pistol on people
That's looking out for my head

Whats the reason that i pop
Spitt the led then I fled
I don’t talk to no feds
That's just really how it is
Rather die in some beef
Not a system of the white man

I been capping on my wishes for the longest
I been making raps about this chicken for the longest
Man i'm tired
Need it now
Momma need money for bills and the food
Fuck it i'll do myself
I don't need shit from you

Cold connections on my network
Need it then u got it
Say the words like you J.G. Wentworth
Damn
Look at the man
Throwing money
Throwing bands
How he got it
I don't care
Everything in life ain't fair
Damn
X2

Flick of the wrist
Flip and i'm sick of this shit
P to d
And I dip
No time for chit chat
Uh

Look at my whip
Flames hot
Like BIC
Thought I been through w this
But i ain’t new to this
Bitch I got racks
Out in Budapest

Homies listen
And I pray
Most of them
Couldn’t make it through the day
Throwing shade
No sway
Everyone rapping
But ain't nobody getting paid
Fuck

Pull up on you get you laid
Bubble gum
In a dish

Fill the tank
And I skate
Out the window
And i nip

Couple bullets in ya lungs
Got you speaking in tongues

Got em saying Ricky run
What a run what a run
Damn

Cold connections on my network
Need it then you got it
Say the words like you J.G. Wentworth
Damn
Look at the man
Throwing money
Throwing bands
How he got it
I don’t care
Everything in life ain't fair
Fuck