Trillxxa - Cold Hearted Lyrics

You be f*cking round
With niggas ion really like (Who)

Seen you chilling with the bitches
Know they pussy ripe (What)

I just calculate the digits
Know I get it right (Huh)

Cause get it wrong one time
I could lose my life

Pop a nigga in his lip
He think on starting shit

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Cause it stick to my hip
When I'm copping a zip

I just want money
Them dollars and shit

I grind on my own
I'm a boss like Capone
Cause I'm mobbing shit

I got my own flow
Now I'm popping bitch

Light up the 'dro
Yeah you already know it's the toxic Shit

Loop is the name of apocalypse
Freaks like a circus all bouncing shit
F*cking and working on Scholarships

We sold all the work
Tryna make it to a brick

I lived in the trenches
I carried the stick

Feeling the tension
It turns and it twists

How amiss
Cause that shit
Sound like it was lit

In the dark came a spark it was hard To forget
And it told me give in to the voice in My head

It was me and Soul.L
We won't cut all the bread

Dealer of death
Whether drugs or the lead

Think Ima start pimping bitches instead

I got a vision
Against the tradition

But all these bitches
Is itching to get it

Cease and desist
Or I'll wet up your fitted

Aye, Aye

She hitting the block
To connect with papi

Give up the top
Cause you know he got it

Enterprises
Man I feel like Gotti

Jeopardize it
Then we really popping

We ain't ever sloppy
Ima chop the body

Butcher shop turn you to salami
Crooked cops all know bout it
I don't ever stop
Not for nobody
If I pull my Glock
Then you know I shot it
Extend the stock
And we really popping
I'll reload the choppa
If I heard the sirens
Going Al Pacino
On the f*cking coppers
I'll blow out the engine of the Helicopters

No codefendant
Less you count the choppa
But that's how I like it
I don't f*ck with oppers

You be f*cking round
With niggas ion really like

Seen you chilling with the bitches
Know they pussy ripe

I just calculate the digits
Know I get it right

Cause get it wrong one time
I could lose my life

This music for you
If you feeling something

Eyes seen too much
I can feel them sunk in

Carve out your face
It look like a pumpkin

Stay in your place
Better learn to duck it

Silence started
Then proceed with laughing

Ima go retarded
Please excuse what happens

Let my nigga spark it
He going handicap him

I would bloop and blap him
Say that shit back wards

Ima blap and bloop em
Watch me shoot a movie

Go hard
It's proven
If you saw me lose it

I Don't need a holster
Bitch I Fruit of Loom it

12 gauge
To your face
If I'm feeling moody

Let it spray
Get erased
Cause my tunes are loony