The Cold Room - S1-E5

[Part I]

[Intro]
(Yo, Elevate made this beat)
Gang
You know who it is man, Karma
(Linguini)
2, aye, shout out Tweeks man, aye
You know it's cold, huh
It's freezin', ahaha
Fuckin' hell, free 'em up, gang, aye
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold)

[Verse]
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set, get ready
Nah, my man didn't get far
He got a head start, but his legs turned jelly
Wheel it, spin that lil' selector
'Cause he's gonna hold bare like huggin' a teddy
The other side always get buried
So right now, I'm twistin' up 3 like canerows
I know a J from the block, one jezzy
But her name starts with an A, it's not J-Lo
I make a good gyal dash away, Halo
I dig it in deep, now, she talkin' about cuffs (Uh)
Don't you know that I hate those?
You givin' man PTSD
I really gotta dodge from the plain clothes
And marked cars 'cah I really got it on me
I'm short, but I walk with a zombie
Don't get caught 'cah you said that you're on me
You'll get left in the past
All for the love of the money
I was doin' OT with pebs in my arse
In school, I was always in iso'
So apparently, I didn't pay attention to class
Shit, here comes my favorite part
Incog got chinged in his heart
He's a big man to be chillin' in parks
Opps ain't gassed, man, they're more like fucked
Why the fuck, am I callin' her "Aunt"?
I ain't got no respect for a paigon's marj
Bro, just show me the maggy
Trust, everybody gon' hear if it talks
Buss, gloves, not wearin' a mask
Shank or bullet, might tear 'em apart
Pull it, bullet, hearin' the bap-bap
That will put fear in a heart
Wearin' a mask, shank or bullet
Might tear 'em apart
Pull it, bullet, hearin' it bap-bap
That will put fear in a heart
Look, if you want suttin' done right
You better do it yourself, G
Angle your arm like you're takin' a selfie
Swing that down, make a man say "Help me"
Dash, dash from the boys in blue
'Cah they playin' for keeps, they ain't playin' for Chelsea
They want to see a black boy in a cell
They don't wanna see a nigga rich and wealthy
Well, we're still gonna do what we do
Wapped get tapped like my nigga K2
Known as Kenz, I don't know about you
To the paigon, try if they do
Then they probably got no IQ
Married to the money, they don't, I do, I do
Do you love dough? I do
I remember lookin' from my bro car view
Now, I need my gwop all filthy too

[Part II]

[Intro]
Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold
Shell did his homework

[Verse]
I love when I beat in the baddest of B's
I get the pussy so wet
That it sound like I'm whippin' up Mac n' Cheese
I told gyally on me "You're a joker"
You talk so bad, and it sounds all good
But you're so mediocre
She told me her brain's 10/10
But I didn't get a boner
Jeet that bitch, send her back to her owner, woah
I jeet that down, send it back to her husband
I got PTSD from police
You can hear my heartbeat when my nigga says, "Askar"
So no way can I bag one, cuff man
Let me talk about nanks and handguns
Let me just talk 'bout money
'Cause true say I really got enough of them anthems
Look at your brick or Samsung
Tryin' bill a line right now
'Cause I like money more than I like rappin'
Look, I don't wanna die right now
So when I'm outside, just know that I ain't lackin'
LOL, this guy thinks I want his girl
Well, fuckin' hell, man I wouldn't even smash it
I wouldn't even get a gawk gawk
And I know a leng-leng said she got a friend
If a bredrin's leng then she might get a fuck-fuck
She might get a feature
Mind how you step 'round me
'Cah trust me, I leave a T stain, no Teeka
No face from the boy, can't name me
I ain't Tracy, that's Beaker
Bitch tryna play me, I ain't FIFA
You don't love me, that's my name
But you wanna take me away, I ain't pizza
No, you can't take me away, I ain't pizza
I got real life beef, man this ain't McD's
Don't let me put hands on a beater
To the brother, man ease up
Man, I might squeeze at a suttin' like D cups