Trilldeal - Cold Lyrics

Bitch I'm so blunt you can smoke my truth
F*ck what you heard nigga motherf*ck you
Smoke a whole pound burning up in the booth
Record my own shit in my own damn room

Draco on deck don't make a nigga shoot
Pussy ass boy know I'm talking bout you
Why you act tough when you know you ain't true
I handle my shit boy I'll come find you

I'm sick of these niggas who claiming they killing
I'm running the game and I run up the digits
You niggas ain't shit but some pussies and bitches
You come talking shit and you leaving with stitches
I'm winning the gold and I work on my missions
I f*ck on your bitch and she turn to my mistress
My money invested you know that I'm flexing
You f*cking with trill and you leave on a stretcher

Don't worry bout mine motherf*cker we collected
Go and hit a lick make money in a second
Go and test your luck you can lose it any second
Gold in my mouth match the gold on my necklace
Fake ass boy hollow tips eat intestines
Jealous ass boy he gon really end up breathless
Ride in the Lexus
Hoes stay texting
F*ck out my face aint got time for your pressure

Coming here straight from the bottom
You know that they hate me and want me to fall down
My circle stay small cus I don't trust nobody
But ones that I know I be holding them closely
I hope that you see that I'm real to the bone
Niggas be faking you act like a clone
Say you my bro but don't come to my shows
Watching me blow and you feeling alone

Wake up and pray to the lord to forgive me
He send me to hell and I live with my demons
I'm sitting in shock I'm surprised by the creatures
You talking that shit now you asking for features
Know that I'm balling and you on the bleachers
Taking your spot and you know that I'll keep it
Asking for help but bitch I ain't no teacher
Bitch I'm so cold I put fear in the reaper