COLD KILLA ft. nightlock Lyrics

Bitch I'm breakin' bank

Drop the guap, don't get enough

Spend a milli on the fangs

Just so I could get the blood

Maskin' up, don't show no face

Know what hit em? bitch, what

Cold killa, start a case

No vanilla, you a punk

So I'm boutta raid the room

Knock knock at yo door

Single uzi, I got two

Drop a clip down to the floor

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the dough

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch, toxic

Pussy boy you not shit

Talkin' 'bout yo ex

Don't give fuck, just change the topic

I can't love a hoe

Get too obsessed, it's too exhausting

Oppa makin' threats

All with the talk, no walk, you flauntin' bitch

I'll pull up with the clique

Have the semi-auto sprayin'

Say a name, I get 'em hit

I'm droppin' bodies, none remaining

Thermal scope, extended clip

Don't give a damn 'bout what you sayin'

Imma tote a double blick

It's a thermal scope

I point it at the skele

Red dot, red beam

Got my choppa real heavy

I don't do fake shit

Got me hangin' out the heli

Lil bitch don't trip

Hollow tip, she deadly

Like bitch I'm a bully

I pull up in a hoodie

Got the blackout drip

Face mask with the toolie

Imma have to get the .45

Pussy, you gon' die, droppin' slowly

Hear the war cry

Take the body's life, make 'em know me

Bitch I'm breakin' bank

Drop the guap, don't get enough

Spend a milli on the fangs

Just so I could get the blood

Maskin' up, don't show no face

Know what hit em? bitch, what

Cold killa, start a case

No vanilla, you a punk

So I'm boutta raid the room

Knock knock at yo door

Single uzi, I got two

Drop a clip down to the floor

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the dough

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye

Look

Big bags on my back, like a scholar

Shorty goin' dummy with the brain, call up Harvard

Give yo ass the fade, and I ain't never been a barber

I been tweakin' with the stick, and I ain't talkin' Harry

Hit the block, God damn, I'm a stone-cold killa

Zip code on my body, bitch the fit is five figures

Bitches on my body 'cuz they know I'm that nigga

Church told me repent, they know I'm a sinner

Got a show back home, spit some shit for the people

Go crazy, baby, tryna see how low the knees go

Beggin' for attention, I don't have what you seek, hoe

Shots with the guys, know we sippin' Casamigos

Then she walked into the room, she a bad, bad bittie

Curvy waist, brown skin, gold chain by her titties

Shorty took me by the arm, know she fuck with me heavy

Bum bitch talkin' shit, hit lil' bro with the semi

On gang

Bitch I'm breakin' bank

Drop the guap, don't get enough

Spend a milli on the fangs

Just so I could get the blood

Maskin' up, don't show no face

Know what hit em? bitch, what

Cold killa, start a case

No vanilla, you a punk

So I'm boutta raid the room

Knock knock at yo door

Single uzi, I got two

Drop a clip down to the floor

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the dough

Lil bitch I make the moves

Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye