[Intro]
It's cold (It's cold, it's cold)
So cold (So cold, so cold)
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know what I'm 'bout)
Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know what I'm 'bout)
Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money long
You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own
You're entering in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang
The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
It's cold (It's cold, it's cold)
So cold (So cold, so cold)
[Chorus]
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know what I'm 'bout)
Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
Y'all niggas know (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Know what I'm about (Y'all niggas know what I'm 'bout)
Fuck with my dough (What-what y'all niggas know?)
Then the guns come out (Then the guns come out)
[Verse 1]
I do this all the time, stuck with a little shine
Walk with a little nine, case I get in a bind
They say I'm fucking crazy, they think I'm out my mind
Cause I'm down to bust a nigga head all the time
Now you know the hoes, they know how I roll
In that new Rolls with the suicide doors
22 inch chrome, a nigga money long
You try to touch me, I pull out, you get your brains blown
You go against the grain, pussy and you on your own
You're entering in my zone, welcome to the terrordome
The ice blowing my chain, blood blue in my veins
Blue still in the range, I'm doing my thang
The semi-auto spray, run if you get away
We'll find your whereabouts and clap at you another day
Nigga play with the bread, get a hole in ya head
You touch a dime of mine thug and your ass dead
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