Cold

Told the world I go fucking hard

Making all the music

Making all the sounds

I still ain't happy

Free my nigga Packy

Just bought a new tracky

I don't give a shit

I'm yellow-red

But now I ain't happy

Now that I'm up

I don't give a shit

I'm up

And I'm getting cash

Without your stupid ass

And I got ice

And I'ma make it flash

Yeah, I'ma make it flash

I'm getting this cash

I'ma make it flash

Hit that nigga in the head

Now that fuck nigga dead

I don't give a fuck

I got my 40 tucked

If you wanna play

Get shot in the face

I'ma skirt off in the rain

Yeah, you already know my name

And I'm sorry

That you never loved me

That you only fucked me

Yeah

She only gave me good head

Then she left, she said she wanted me dead

And now I am rich

Flex on my ex

Fuck on your bitch

Shoot you in the motherfucking hip

Fuck her till my heart stop

And my jaw lock

I just gave her back shots

From the perk, ah

You could have the money

You could have the clothes

You could have the gold

You could have the money

You'll just have to sell your soul

I'm selling myself a shit

I'ma win this shit naturally