Yo Gotti – Cold Gangsta Lyrics

 

Cold Gangsta Lyrics by Yo Gotti (feat. 42 Dugg & EST Gee)

 

I’m on some cold gangsta shit, I might get blocked out the industry
Ain’t wifing no hoes, no couple goals, I still don’t feel my enemies
Ain’t squashin’ no beef, I’m fryin’ it
If it ’bout the money, I’m tryin’ it
The price went high, it’s 30 a brick, water been tight, flyin’ in
Let’s say goodbye to the ghetto and welcome to wealth, 90210
What happenin’ Gates, Mulholland Estates, I might turn this bitch to the trap though
Aye there go the neighborhood, neighbors been bitching ’cause they heard the Lambo in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace, it sound like a plane when I drive away

Might pull the Rolls on the lawn
Fuck it, ain’t got no alarm
New Richard Mille on my arm
I’m a king, you a pawn
I’m a legend, TuPac
Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon
New M’s to the city
In Detroit more than Big Sean

I’m on some cold gangsta shit, I got a lil’ bitch on the Westside
Couple of hitters from South Memphis and another lil’ hitter from the Eastside
I can adapt to the pain, I understand the poverty
Why would I let a record label fuck over us when I did the robberies?
They told me watch what I say in these raps
‘Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth whenever you mention me
You not relatable, I’m a street n**** and that not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, that not available
I got a hunnid ’round dick on this AR, now hold this stable

All my bitches are bad, tens, bitch on me, so what?
Ho gave he head in the Benz, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck, ooh
Yeah, and I fuck her friends, shit, as long as she down, I’m up
Bitch, don’t ask my name, I’m doggy
Get the head twice, don’t call me
Heard she had fire, I’m stalky
Beat her ass down in the office

Make her hit the highway in the Benz
Lean, weed, drink, bitch one-off, get painted
Ex was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, n****, yeah, bitch, he can’t
Gotta pay me to park, no shit, I’m famous
N**** like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’

Put in the air, make her keep goin’, then put in her hair
Link one twenty, lil’ ho, these carats
Bro’s over hoes, aye bitch, we sharin’
.380 for the war, what they want for the ‘Claren
I just want the truck, I’m sayin’
Heard you wanna fuck, take a chances
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’
Two hunnid in chains, I’m dancin’

Bitch, fuck a n**** ho, she friendly, ho
All five cars not rented
None of these bitches came tinted
Ask around who run the city

I was just runnin’ the streets
Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece
Starin’, I’m clutchin’ my yeak
Look two more seconds, get deadly when fuckin’ with me
Turned all my brothers to beasts
Whether they want it or not, I’ma cut ’em a piece
I keep my gun when I’m asleep
Double the number, a hunnid ain’t nothin’, two hunnid, you done in a week

Who wanna run into me? They really runnin’ from beef
Scared to go get somethin’ to eat, can’t even order in peace
Once it was war with no peace, remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week
Who brought more order than me?
Gave you a purpose and might stick around, help you work it
I never said I was perfect but flawless
As soon as you changed up and fall like the leaves at the end of the August
I hit it twice and he bought it, opened her mouth but she caught it
Walkin’ this shit like I talk it, smokin’, these n***** be coughin’, face ’em, put ’em in coffins
First murder with a revolver, then I did it on my lonely
Big Gee, the one and only

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