Cold Zone Lyrics

Aye, braveheart shit

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Automatic rounds shoot from the magazine

Nigga act up, catch a clip like magazine

He want smoke he get pump like gasoline

Want a rap war, I could battle a team, aye

Full metal jacket nigga, finna jack a nigga

Blue screen error nigga, this some terror nigga

Pull up with dem terriers nigga, ugh

We finna bury ya nigga, ugh

You ain't fresh as fuck, fuck nigga nah

Yous a carrier nigga, aye

Closed off, trust no opp

We globe-trot so don't cross

Ask a grown man for some head, fuck around

Instead it get blown off

Yeah

Yeah

It's a cold zone when no one's home

And you fucked up cuz you all alone

You trust none on some Styrofoam

A real bitch never text your phone

It's a cold zone when no one's home

And you fucked up cuz you all alone

You trust none on some Styrofoam

A real bitch never text your phone

It's a cold zone when no one's home

And you fucked up cuz you all alone

You trust none on some Styrofoam

A real bitch never text your phone

Yeah

Yeah

Yeah

Finna black on a bitch like Outer space 

Finna tax on the rich cuz I'm out of state

Take your golds and your soul

All you new rappers sound out of date

Bang it on 'em like Giannis

Still want the ring going Harden, ugh

You will get screwed in H-Town

Since we came with the Rockets

Strap my glock then I cock it

On some dyke shit like on Dyckman

That's some Young M.A shit

Burn a pussy skull red like Rodman