Cold blood ain't no ending to this hell
Smoke bud with my gang plagues on the shelf
Four fifth hit'em in his fcking belt
If he making a fcking sound cut'em till he empty out
Dead
Party started
Shopping
Card it
She like candy
Give me more
Many
In meetings I don't curse
In the street I bust
Got no hair on my tongue
You from where ? Ah don't front
Pistols poppin gangstas floppin
Cause they're not gangsta
They're Og got wrapped up
Fck a deal you a punk you ain't blood you a chump
Pistol up to your face huh guaranteed you ah run
Cold blood ain't no ending to this hell
Smoke bud with my gang plagues on the shelf
Four fifth hit'em in his fcking belt
If he making a fcking sound cut'em till he empty out
Cold blood ain't no ending to this hell
Smoke bud with my gang plagues on the shelf
Four fifth hit'em in his fcking belt
If he making a fcking sound cut'em till he empty out
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Use to call'em ask for favors never called back
Now they're waiting for answer never call back
Pushing Pennie's to a condo nigga hold that
I ain't bragging I am taxing yea a whole lot
Use to call'em ask for favors never called back
Now they're waiting for answer never call back
Pushing Pennie's to a condo nigga hold that
I ain't bragging I am taxing yea a whole lot
Use to judge me now they're asking for a whole lot
I bought thirty-three cars and a whole lot
I taught thirty-three stars how to ball out
I'm like daddy but without all the throwbacks
I might fck her fall in love she what I like
Onsight you are getting hit by a blonde dike
Traplife selling to survive fck what they say
They ain't worried about my stomach or my airplay
Cold blood ain't no ending to this hell
Smoke bud with my gang plagues on the shelf
Four fifth hit'em in his fcking belt
If he making a fcking sound cut'em till he empty out
Cold blood ain't no ending to this hell
Smoke bud with my gang plagues on the shelf
Four fifth hit'em in his fcking belt
If he making a fcking sound cut'em till he empty out
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead
Dead