Lyrics
Oh yeah, you know what the fuck we on
Aww yeah, hop out, fuck around, and get em gone
Oh yeah, they said Cole WRLD made a new song
I said Aww yeah, and I said Aww yeah Aww yeah, bitch,
you know I'm fuckin' ready
Knock the brains from out they heads, now he lookin' like confetti
My heart is colder than your eyes, I'm feelin' like the fuckin' Yeti
This scene is rated fuckin' R, I ain't talkin' bout no Kelly
I ain't pissed, bells ringin', chop singin' Hell's son, that demon
That demon bout to pass em in this fuckin' Hellcat
Boy, cold, man, I'm bout to bring hell back
And these demons comin' with me, yeah, they lurkin' by my side
Messin' with this fuckin' gang better pray that You don't die,
Kobe finna fade away Bitch, I'm gettin' money, only gettin' paid today
I do it every day, man, it's the same routine
I said these boys tryna pull up, but they can't move me
Man, this weight I carry, I know it's fuckin' heavy
I said I'm pushin' fast, Duramax like a Chevy
No Camaro,
think that you the king, bitch I'm the pharaoh
Pull the heat out for my fuckin' team like Tyler Herro
Got homies sippin' Wocky, got Mexicans sippin' Modelo
My hands will do the job, bitch, I'm feelin' like Canelo
Bullets break you down, then we smoke you like A rello
My ninjas got the shells, somethin' like Donatello
Call my phone just like Adele, tell her I said hello
Broke boys sippin', drank, sippin' on some yellow
Told him we gon' get it done,
golden Glock the golden gun
Cole WRLD, cold, The Coldest son,
Cole WRLD, he the onlyone
It's open season, bout to go and hunt him down
Hit him with this taco, fully auto, got a hundred rounds
Do it for the money, don't want all the fuckin' fame
Talkin' on my name, bitch, you will not talk again
Hangin' with the beast, hangin' in the wild
Somethin' you can't tame I'm ballin' for the Bucks like my name was fuckin' Dame
D, he got the scope, don't test his aim
Thinkin' too hard, we gon' pop your fuckin' brain