Cold Shit (feat. Sticcyblu)

Thooter bitch throwin' ass, I'mma catch it Excuse my french baby, I be talkin' reckless Scream my name while you grabbin' on my necklace I fucked once, now she comin back for seconds Ayy, blue-strip-bandit throwin' ass, so I'mma catch it Ayy, bad bitch all up in the party gettin' naked Like, fuck you, fuck them, baby don't stress it Ayy, run it back, back shots, she like "Deezy got the best dick" Won't hurt a fly, so why you steady tryna post sticks? Paranoid, I ain't givin' lo's out to no bitch Ayy, steady tryna hold somethin', baby come and hold dick Ayy, if I pull the blammy out, guaranteed I won't miss Why you tryna front for the media, you's a whole bitch Yo bitch not loyal, she be takin' whole dick Hit 'em for the bows, then I ran off with the whole fifth Man get this bitch away from me, she keep tryna throat dick Shit, hell naw, I plead the whole fifth Got a crate of chops, but i'm tryna get some more sticks Knocked his ass out, then I hit 'em with the foe-fifth Most niggas don't like me 'cause they know I talk that cold shit Shake ass Throw back When I put this dick in, don't gag Shake it fast Shake it slow Don't trip, bitch I know that you a hoe Ayy, Flockstars, you can't hang with us you ain't take a trip I ain't trippin' on the laws, or about a bitch Speakin' on my brother next day get your shit flipped We them niggas really 'finna step and gone chip shit We them niggas really 'finna step and go spin somethin' Thinkin' I'mma fight, hell naw, I got twin guns You was poppin' it, now when you see me nigga don't run Bullets 'finna hit a nigga head, watch the nigga die I'mma tell the truth, I'm really sick of hearin' all the lies You ain't really built for this, get a nine-to-five You gone slide? Let me know, I got four-fives I ain't lookin' at death, I'm speakin' to the reaper Get a bitch about a bag, and you better keep her Teach a pussy nigga lessons, like I was a teacher Pretty bitch, said she wanna fuck, but I won't bleed her I just copped a P, two deuce in a whole liter I be poppin' perky's, I be sippin lean for pain I don't really fuck with niggas, 'cause they all be movin' strange Nigga think I'm 'finna fight, I introduced 'em to my K Got a glock, with a switch and a dick, let it spray Got a glock with the switch, bitch I'm all about the chip If a nigga go down, best believe I plead the fifth Bitch sayin' that she love me, I don't wanna hear that shit At the end of the day, I'mma trip about the chip