The Cold Room - S3-E7

[Intro]
50
Niggas fucking know man
Free my fuckin' niggas
LJS on the beat
Ay, Tweeko mixed this uno? It sounds cold

[Verse]
They can't be walkin' around (No they can't)
And they know what I'm talkin' about
This war, we ain't talkin' it out
Man, spot me an opp, I'll score him out (Ying him up)
Man, filled to the brim, I'm cornin' him down
No [?] we [?] down
Lil bro chargin', and he borin' it down
This hand-thing spins like a merry go 'round (Spinnin')
Can't tell me 'bout hand's on tourin'
Best run when this engine's roaring (Best)
These bells come fat like Nasty
Fling shots at an opp boy's party (Bow)
The beef's fryin', these yutes be dyin'
I won't talk chat, cah' we sent them flyin' (No he can't)
Ran like a bitch and he went into hiding
RO got bucked, sent him divin'
Nankеd in his head, now the pussio's rhymin'
Shoutout my steppеrs, they done 'been glidin'
Saw C2 went there on a bad one, they all quit
Make it clear, choose a career
Don't be silly, you know you ain't feared
Done be leavin' your' friends in tears
I AG bop, 2 step with my peers
I'm a auto man, still do it in gears
Came fresh home, straight back to the trap (Fresh home)
Even tho bro said "Focus on rap"
I'm out here, tellin' the fiends "I'm back" (I'm back)
This stick gon' rip, and I use no mag'
Just smashed down a 9 in pebs
I'm on the M-way comin' back to the ends
Need more fiends, I don't need new friends
Word to Yanko, they got put in a benz
Can't get tired of smokin' zeds (No I can't)
Fry man up, trynna' bill me a new one (Bow)
Flip this pack, then might buy me a new gun
Wrapped up a man, please tell me what you've done
Still trynna' bop if I spot me a smooth one
I caught up tripped that prick and he fell
Then he got yinged in his head, oh well (Ying him up)
Like move in your' block on lurk
Like invest in waps, like invest in shells
I ain't trynna' link Culps and Mizz in hell
Gang beat off wap, I ain't trynna' go jail
Done it back-road, and I done it on mains
Everytime they get caught, [?] pray
With lil boy, he knows to do what I say
Give him a nod, press on that gauge
With my AGB-s got the poenems locked
Original member, my mash is cocked
Touch road [?] this whip get's rocked (Whip)
Like, I don't wan' managing things (Yeah)
Catch man pullin' them strings (Whoo)
Stuff 5 man in them dings
With the 4.4 you know this handthing rings
018 it was lengthy ching
War is war, gotta' fill to the brim
Best talk correct when you talk to the prince
I stretched one boy, he ain't 'been back since (No he ain't)
I can never put my love in a bitch (No)
I'd rather put my faith on a stick
We cheff him up 'till his body don't twitch
One shot from the pump make him do a backflip (Grr-bow)
Any opp I bucked, I attacked it (Grr-bow)
Don't wanna' hear 'bout Drillz, that silly fat shit (Hah)
Huh, hella new unknown yutes
They don't wanna' put on their boots (No they don't)
This is a [?], do it for the views
Man really get down on worksy
Nokia love phone twerk like Nicky (Yeah)
I ain't talkin' 'bout phone when the gang get clicky
Dotts in the glide, I ain't picky (No I'm not)

[Outro]
Ay, Tweeko mixed this uno? It sounds cold
Act up, get slapped up
Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, AGB