COLD SHOULDER Lyrics

Fuck this shit up khris

They tryna kill me quick

Y'all niggas make me sick

Rocking that mason fit

But I don't got a homie named mason

Bitch I'm still repping Freemasons

Shot under any occasion

Turn Africans to Asians

She ain't kickin' it with me

She ain't kickin' up her feet

Taxin' niggas for the feat

Had a nigga rockin' mink (oh)

Diamonds wetter than a sink

Hatin' niggas finna follow

In a shootout switch it to full auto

In Seattle, posted up, in the trap, double cup

Bring it loud, Bring a crowd, Bring a kettle

She get loud, like a kettle

Cold shoulder nigga you ain't better than me

In the sky nigga like a pelican

Where I reside, she say that It's heaven sent

I'm with the guys they bout bring 11's in

When you reach swag they say that you feminine

I'm with your bitch, she sit on the table

I'm in the car nigga she like oh yeah

I'm in the eyes and views of the public

Might have to quit mama told me stop cussin'

I'm makin' hits that's the end of discussion

I roll em' up like a muhfuckin' Russian

Bitch I've been flexing I've just pulled a muscle

If I walked through the town you know I'm bringing trouble

Walk in the trap and I get it done

I make a pussy boy duck and run

I'm the king of this shit all you niggas sons

You can't copy my style bitch I'm one of one, Huh

Hit em one time then another one, Uh

Call my homie up brought anotha gun, Huh

School called my momma said I'm troublesome, Uh

Fuck ya baby mama have another son, Woah

Like a make a wish nigga you ain't ever won

I'm blowing up niggas thinking I sold my soul

I keep a Drake nigga this not no OVO

I get to spinning nigga like a yoyo, Uh

Fuck this shit up khris

They tryna kill me quick

Y'all niggas make me sick

Rocking that mason fit

But I don't got a homie named mason

Bitch I'm still repping Freemasons

Shot under any occasion

Turn Africans to Asians

She ain't kickin' it with me

She ain't kickin' up her feet

Taxin' niggas for the feat

Had a nigga rockin' mink (oh)

Diamonds wetter than a sink

Hatin' niggas finna follow

In a shootout switch it to full auto

In Seattle, posted up, in the trap, double cup

Bring it loud, Bring a crowd, Bring a kettle

She get loud, like a kettle

Cold shoulder nigga you ain't better than me

In the sky nigga like a pelican

Where I reside, she say that It's heaven sent

I'm with the guys they bout bring 11's in

When you reach swag they say that you feminine

I'm with your bitch, she sit on the table

I'm in the car nigga she like oh yeah

I'm in the eyes and views of the public

Might have to quit mama told me stop cussin'

I'm makin' hits that's the end of discussion

I roll em' up like a muhfuckin' Russian

Bitch I've been flexing I've just pulled a muscle

If I walked through the town you know I'm bringing trouble