Yo Gotti, 42 Dugg, EST Gee — Cold Gangsta

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June, you’re a jenius
Do what we want entertainment
And can’t be fucked with incorporated
Smack a nigga ass LLC

I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I might get blocked out the industry (i am)
Ain’t wifin no hoes, no couple goals (can’t do it)
Still don’t feel my enemies (i am)

Ain’t squashin’ no beef, i’m fryin’ it (hibachi)
If it ’bout the money, i’m tryin’ it (i’m tryin’, i am)
My price went high, it’s thrity, a brick (what ‘evs)
Water been tight, flyin’ in (whoosh)

Let’s say, «Goodbye» to the ghetto (hello, hello)
And, «Welcome» to wealth, 90210 (rich bitch)
What’s happenin’, gates?
Mulholland estate

I might turn this bitch to the trap though (skeet)
And there go the neighborhood
Neighbors been bitching’ cause they heard
The lamb’ in the driveway

At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (sheesh)
It sounds like a plane when I drive away
Might put a rolls on a lawn
Fuck it ain’t got no alarm
New Richard Mille on my arm (factory)

I’ma king, you a pawn (nigga)
I’m a legend, 2pac, biggie, big pun, wu, raekwon (i am)
New Ms to the city
In detroit more than big sean (facts)

I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I got a lil’ bitch on the westside
Couples of hittas from South Memphis
And another lil’ hitta from eastside

I can adapt to the pain
I understand the poverty (poor)
Why would I let a record label fuck over us
When I did the robberies? (never gon’ happen)

They told me watch what I say in these raps (why)
Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (shh)
Whenever you mention me

You not relatable
I’m a street nigga and that not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, they not available
I got a hundred round dick on this AR
Now hold this tableble

All my bitches bad, tens
Bitch love so what, fuck her
Hold up, we hitttin’ the benz, yeah
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck
(Helluva made this beat baby)

Yeah, motherfucker, we friends, shit
‘Long she down, i’m up, bitch
Don’t ask my name, i’m doggy
Get the head twice, dont call me

Heard she had fire, i’m stalky
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the (?) in the benz
Lean, weed, drink

Bitch one-off, get painted
X was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can’t
Gotta pay me to perc’ no shit, I’m famous

Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’
Put in the earth, make ‘er keep goin’
Then put in her hair
Link one, told me lil’ ho, these scared
Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharin’

380 for the war
What they want for the ‘Claren
I just want the truck, I’m sayin
«Skrrt» (no cap)
Heard you wan’ fuck, take a chance (come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’ (he is)

200 in chains, i’m dancin’
Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, shoot friendly (ho, rat)
All five cars not rented (none of ’em)
None of these bitches can check me (none of ’em)
Ask around, «who run the city?» me
(Who you know run the city)