ColdAsIce

[Chorus]
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get ’em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they’re my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend

[Verse]
Crushing on a perc, know better
We outside frontline for the cheddar
All these drugs got me feeling under weather
Can't be in my feelings, I'm around killers, get up
And she sucking dick to the tip with her chin up
Bangin’ on my line, lil’ thot why you fiending?
I'm a demon
Niggas say they outside, we don’t really see them
Hopped out a hundred bands, now I'm really geeking
Running to the check, no flex, that's defense
Broke ass nigga ain't from my region
That’s an Audemars Piguet, I know you peep this
Ayy, broke ass nigga still shop at Neiman
No angel dust on the beat young nigga tweakin'
Big bank, lil bank, John Cena, can't see him
Tried to take all my energy, now she a heathen
[?] all of the time so we creeping
And my face be too gated whenever I'm greeting
She sucked the cream out the dick, I'm a Twinkie
Rub on her, fuck from the back, call her pinky
Ball on a op 'cause that nigga a pip squeak
They don't hear shots from that Glock till they dead, play
Please don't test Tank, 'cause he totin' a blicky
Maple syrup on pussy, I eat it, too sticky

[Chorus]
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah