My Bitch Cold Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, gang

Uh, I just poured up a deuce, nigga, yeah

I just poured up a deuce, I need another four

And I just broke your bitch down, I need another hoe

Nigga talkin' shit, so he get hit with the pole

And I'm fly, nigga, yeah, you know I'm rappin', bitch

You already know your nigga, I'm cap6ix

On the block, pushin' P, bitch, I'm pushin' weight

Nigga talkin' shit, so we hit em with that K

Call this money, no whiskey, high, fade away

And I'm still gettin' guap, bitch, hold the K

Hold the K , hold the Drac, bitch, hold your fame

Don't you try to play, bitch, you know we at your brain

Make a nigga suffocate, we shoot at his brain

Make a nigga suffocate, we shoot at his face

And I'm ridin' in a Wraith, sliding' in a Wraith

And I know this nigga hate, I know this nigga hate

Yeah, I know this nigga fake, so I stay out the way

And I'm really gettin' guap, lil' bitch, I love the cake

They can't see a nigga face, what's up on my waist

I got 30 and I'm safe, bitch, I stack it aye

Nigga know I'm gettin' racks, gotta fill it up

Fill it up, I'm runnin' around in a Bentley truck

Get that glizzy, pow, pow, light you up

Nigga, we don't give a fuck about that typin', bro

I don't like the lil' bitch, I like designer shoes

I don't like that lil' bitch, I like designer clothes

And my wrist on ice, and my wrist froze

Send my bitch real bad, send my bitch cold

And I'm on a airplane smokin' hella dope

Nigga hatin' on me, so I let him know

I grab that K and put that bitch right to his throat

And I'ma ball, I'ma ball, bitch, I'ma score

We keep them rods like them bitches fishin' poles

And I got hoes, young nigga, I got hoes

Still ballin' like I'm old D. Rose

I'ma shoot a lil' bitch and I'ma score

Let's go, let's go, do you know

Hell nah, fuck, nigga, you don't know

Let's go, let's go, do you know

Hell nah, fuck, nigga, you don't know

Let's go, let's go, do you know