Cold Hearted E

Yeah. Icy, icy, uh. Put one fifty on my wrist, nigga. Thirty in my ear, nigga. Yeah, uh. I'm cold-hearted like a ho that run through pimps. I do what I want, you do what you Can. My opps be lucky they ass exist. I'm knocking out these verses like Javonte in round Six. Christmas came early for me, I'm just thankful For my gift. Another foreign in the cut, That cost me a pretty price. Niggas be acting like they with me the whole Time, that shit just life. Niggas be cappin' to these bitches, imagine what They do on the mic. Yeah, a'ight, you a Killer. You gon' get a nigga wacky, Take your ice. Niggas be talkin' all that gangsta Shit, they ain't pop the gun, they just babysit. I'm in a paper tag with a lazy bitch, She don't cook clean, but she ate the dick. Bro told me to have some patience, like, "Fuck That, nigga, gang shit." AR with this kickstand with the tape on it, Gon' lay shit. I got the mink on, big Booty ass freak ho. Want a real bitch, get some money on. Keep a real with her, that's a cheat code. Smokin' out the little piss sound, cost me a Little few bands. Man, I felt the nigga when He said he was tryna chase a little two Bands. I done been there. Now it's ice on and the water drippin' on A nigga, probably need some swimwear. I'ma hit they ass with a cold speech when I get there. Yeah, uh, uh, uh. I'ma hit they ass with a cold speech when I... Yeah. If this coupe wasn't luxury, Would you still fuck with me? Shout out to my pics on Instagram, that's for Pluggin' me. Blood thicker than that water, Dawg, you know you stuck with me. No judgin' me, fuck you niggas. You don't live my life, so what you want From me? Financially free, financially me. What's a pawn to a king? What's the birds without bees? Killin' these beats, foreign feel complete. I'm still in these streets, well, gave the community Cheeks. That can't even get to me, It ain't no spinnin' me. Ocean Drive with the top down, we finna hit The beach. Niggas never hit the ground before, They way too industry. Way too icy for 'em, Dawg, on some motherfuckin' sixty piece to a nigga Like me. Cold-hearted with the ice on. Realest ever with the mic on. Lean high with the pipe on. Fuck rap, I'm an icon. Some rich rap, motivated, get a big sack. Take her down to the penthouse, yeah, never ever Get your bitch back. Dice table with a ten Stack. Nothin' really, I just live that. I'm Zack Zack I'm mismatched. Stuntin' on 'em, that's my get back, get back. Uh. I'm cold-hearted like a ho that run through pimps. I do what I want, you do what you Can. My opps be lucky they ass exist. I'm knocking out these verses like Javonte in round Six. Christmas came early for me, I'm just thankful For my gift. Another foreign in the cut, That cost me a pretty price. Niggas be acting like they with me the whole Time, that shit just life. Niggas be cappin' to these bitches, imagine what They do on the mic. Yeah, a'ight, you a Killer. You gon' get a nigga wacky, Take your ice.