Cold Lyrics

I love you Elijah

Nigga say, I be off them drugs

Nigga be living with fucking bugs

Send me your cash, that nigga get jugged

He be rapping gangsta, but he not no thug

I'm really grimy, I'll rob your plug

You really know, I said your name is Peter

Don't let me catch you acting with my heater

You think your bitch loyal she a known eater

Nigga got lace, now you having a seizure

I got FMJ rounds, so my bullets go deeper

I'm an angel of death, call me the Grim Reaper

Hop out the car and hit him with that flame

Nigga, you a loser, nigga, you a lame

I will not miss, nigga, I got good aim

I'm fucking your bitch, she screaming my name

Nigga, you is a bitch and you is not the same

I'ma keep rapping till I get some fame

You cuffed a hoe, nigga, that is a shame

Your brother died, I'm the one to blame

Nigga, your brother got put on the shirt

You was crying, I can tell that you hurt

Keep talking that shit, you get put in the dirt

Smoking your brother's pack just for dessert

Stop talking shit, nigga, you is not cool

Dumbass lil' nigga, you must be a fool

Bitch, your little boy, he got beat up at school

Running through your hood, clutching my tool

I cut your head off, nigga, I'm really cruel

I got the gas, I ain't talking no fuel

Nigga, I heard that you pissed in the pool

Nigga, you a rat, you broke the rule

I'ma catch you lacking, I'ma take your soul

Dumbass lil' nigga, thats my whole goal

Everybody saw your song, they just scrolled

Draco will leave your body with hella hoes

You really not like that, you just a lil' troll

Let's go through your phone, nigga, where the hoes

This 556 will break your skull

Nigga, you lucky, I was lacking pole

Walking in your hood, taking a stroll

You took a plea deal, nigga, I know you told

Shoot him in his gut, make him fold