Cold Hearted Killa

Verse 1:
I got a wake up call from the streets that I fell off
Never realized that these niggas thought I went soft
Now it’s do or die again I’ll be your friend till the end
No it ain’t chucky, it’s the underground kingpin
A-L K-A-P-O-N-E you know me
Buck wild, crazy mothafuckin g
Dust my 9 off
Cause it’s time to put in work
Check my infrared scope so i can hit these niggas where it hurt the most
Motherfucker brought the evil back in my mind
Like ??? voices telling me to commit a crime
And when I see my enemy I’m blowing his ass off
Shoot him in the stomach blood run out his mouth like hot sauce
And just to make sure I left that nigga ass for dead
Imma empty the whole clip in that bitch head
Fool must have thought I was scared to pull the trigger
Out with Mr. Nice Guy time for the cold hearted killa

Interlude
Don't make me rush you. Get your ass up out the car
Get up out of the car
(All right)
Get out!
(All right, nigga. I'm coming)
Nigga, I got you, all right. Get your motherfucking ass up out the car now!
Bitch, move!
Nigga fuck you!

Verse 2:
Like ol' dog bitch I just don’t give a fuck no more
Smoke a sack, smoke a fool that just the way it go
These motherfuckers always talking about ???
You ain’t my brother so you best get the fuck away from me
Cause when try to do right you put me in that pound
No matter how positive I still was in that negative crowd
So I guess I best show you what I’m all about
Don’t want no peace, I just want to blow your fucking brains out
And watch your body shake like Jell-O
Lay in a bloody lake and by the way tell Satan hello
You say I’m sick for coming up with psychopathic shit
The American dream, if it makes dollars it makes sense
I ain’t the first and definitely ain’t gonna be the last
So all you in the closet snakes can kiss my black ass
And take your slug witcha
Let that bullet hit ya, in the ass
Where the good Lord split ya
Cause you can’t tell me shit
This land was build on bloodshed
So tell your parents to get off my dick
Think I won’t pull the trigger? How the fuck you figure?
Fuck being nice when I can be a cold hearted killa

Interlude 2:
Now these motherfuckers smoked your god-damn cousin in front of you nigga
Blew his head off in front of your face, and you ain’t gonna do shit?
You acting like a lil bitch right now nigga
Man fuck that, I ain’t letting that shit ride
We gone go ahead and smoke all these motherfuckers I don’t care who the fuck out there
God dammit, is you down nigga?

A cold hearted motherfucking killa
A nigga surrounded by triggers and switches with the mentality just to smoke your motherfucking ass
So when you roll deep with your homeboys poppin off that shit
Nigga just don’t know you’ll get fucked up
Cause we ain’t playing no more Mr. Nice guy
My nigga, look him in the eyes

Verse 3:
Aw shit, I done click
Gotta murder, gotta kill
Motherfucker talking shit, fool just don’t know the deal
Cause today the world is gonna end
The sun is turning black
When the five come out, my gat'll make ya knees bend
Color your shirt red like I’m Michelangelo
And hang your body on the wall like a stuffed animal
This fool got me hot so I’m peeping out his gravesite
It’s Halloween and a full moon tonight
Back at home putting on my Barney costume
Candlelight surround the counter in my living room
Hollow points with poison brush on the tip of the head
Just in case he make it he still on his deathbed
Saw him slipping, put my clip in
Better be a blood donor cause I’m about to milk him
Filled up him with lead when I squeeze the trigger
What's up nigga? You can’t fuck with a cold hearted killa

Interlude 3:
Yea nigga where you goin? (gunshots)
Bitch shut the fuck up before we cap your ass, shut the fuck up!
Aye homie, need some help? (gunshots)
Pussy ass nigga, come on niggas!