Cold Hearted

[Pre-Chorus: 7981 Kal]
Aye, turn that bitch up glory
Niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
Niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
You niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue

[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' nigga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
Thesе hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bitе people
Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper

[Verse 1: 7981 Kal]
I don't know 'bout you, but nigga I'm gon' die 'bout my respect
Better think before you run off, boy don't die about this check
And shorty left me at my lowest, I ain't fucking with my ex
I tried to kick her out the door, but I'm addicted to her sex
And as a plus, she let me fuck when I need a nut
She said she need me, only mean it when I'm in her guts
This ain't no love, this more like lust, and girl there ain't no us
I used to want you, now it's fuck you bitch you turned to dust
I heard they hit him in his neck, and put that nigga in his sleep
If they ever ask me questions, then I'm lying to them people
I got my brothers 'till I die, so you know I'm my brother's keeper
All this pain that I done been through, turned a nigga to a reaper
If you live the life I live, can't make no accidents
'Cause if they catch you, than the judge give you the maximum
Youngin's turn you to a body, if you lackin' nigga
I know some niggas that caught homi's and still rattin', nigga

[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' nigga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people
Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper

[Verse 2: G Fredo]
Wanna see me cut up like I'm karma, bitch then push that button
Ask 'em what happened to that pussy bitch, when they killed my brother
Ask 'em what happened to that pussy bitch, when they killed my cousin
Bitch so don't you speak on that, these shotta's they gon' tweak for that
Thirty-four babies, they hit that bitch in more than 34 places
And I promise that's just a message, bitch there's more where that came from
My shotta's reckless, they get up close and let up they angle
Stand over that lil nigga, tell him this is for Gabriel
And got karma on my side, so I don't trip
The first one we catch get packed, don't give a fuck 'bout who he with
Only gettin' who we came for
Run down with a chop, but this bitch ain't gon' spit no paint balls
Said ain't givin' passes, don't give a fuck 'bout what he ain't on
Shouldn't have took drugs from me
Still can hear his voice, big brodie they don't got no love for me
Wonder if I die right now, who really gon' go nuts for me
And finish what we started, can't name no one goin' harder

[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You niggas fake transparent, you niggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' nigga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people
Now go ahead step out of bounds, and get your life reaper