Cold Lil Nigga Lyrics

Just a cold lil nigga fresh from Schaefer & Bassett

With a whole lotta poles only semi automatics

Chill nigga but the shooters quick make some shit tragic

Broke lil boy ain't got no wheels how you gone catch me in traffic

Niggas keep on speakin on me and its seemin real faggot

Just spent 900 for a plain grey jacket

Rip my brotha this his shit I had to murder me a classic

Threw 35 hunnid for some cartier glasses

I will be alotta shit but i will never be bagless

Goto saks and then i cash it when i wear the shit its tagless

I ain't purpin I ain't hurtin i tryin to return it

If you the bitch you with touch it I'ma have to go and burn it

I act up

I act a ass

See them folk I do the dash

Flew my buffies straight from Paris sat the shits in first class

Fuckin on them classy bitches

Hoes you fuckin on is crass

Verified alumni first place you niggas last

I'm the question and the answer

Always shittin with no pamper

Punched up so much drip its a half a ticket in my hamper

Granny say i stay sharp

Grandad used to say I'm dapper

Lil nigga tryna rap he need to throw it

In the crapper

That shit ass and you a bitch

Always tryna gobble dick

Worried bout some stu time you need to worry bout yo kid

Let him know that you a bum and can't afford to get him shit

Maybe that'd break the chain of poor bitch nigganess

Real niggas feelin this

E & Rah be feelin

Keep on playin watch the hallows rip through yo ligaments

A thug and a gentleman

Flyer than a pelican

Vowed to ball til i fall like I'm Damar Hamlin

Eric hit me in my dreams he said i like the bag i'm in

I keep the blick and extra clips right below my abdomen

Allergic to these broke niggas gotta keep a

epipen

I refuse to argue with you if you ain't touched 10

Lawyer trippin in the court he throwin hands

Big Ben

I'm the holes very own same hood as Meech and them

Bitch I'm the shit and really lit got niggas sick as tiny tim

I'ma macboy soulja when you see me hand to brim

Heard the lord talkin bout me say its no one hard as him

Movin weight all day but I'm barely at the gym

Red tips in the clip i ain't selfish you can feel I'm him

Not them

Y'all fake

I'm real

K hit him in his shit can't feel his face or limbs

The fresh prince of this shit I ain't Phil or Will

When I drop take cover this is not no drill

Cause this the typa shit thats hot enough to ignite a whole field

And thats mainly where I be at

Sellin out that one pack

Bougie lil nigga tell the ratchet hoes to back back

Apple sauce around me hittin juggs off that one jack

Only got the loud and pints around but i talk crack

A Trap baby grandpa was the plug the other did smack

I ain't tryna glamorize it that shit just facts

Cookin in the kitchen doctor mask

glove latex

Ball hard

I flex

Mason jar

Pyrex

Aye