COLD SHOULDER

F*ck this shit up khris They tryna kill me quick Y'all niggas make me sick Rocking that mason fit But I don't got a homie named mason Bitch I'm still repping Freemasons Shot under any occasion Turn Africans to Asians She ain't kickin' it with me She ain't kickin' up her feet Taxin' niggas for the feat Had a nigga rockin' mink (oh) Diamonds wetter than a sink Hatin' niggas finna follow In a shootout switch it to full auto In Seattle, posted up, in the trap, double cup Bring it loud, Bring a crowd, Bring a kettle She get loud, like a kettle Cold shoulder nigga you ain't better than me In the sky nigga like a pelican Where I reside, she say that It's heaven sent I'm with the guys they bout bring 11's in When you reach swag they say that you feminine I'm with your bitch, she sit on the table I'm in the car nigga she like oh yeah I'm in the eyes and views of the public Might have to quit mama told me stop cussin' I'm makin' hits that's the end of discussion I roll em' up like a muhfuckin' Russian Bitch I've been flexing I've just pulled a muscle If I walked through the town you know I'm bringing trouble Walk in the trap and I get it done I make a pussy boy duck and run I'm the king of this shit all you niggas sons You can't copy my style bitch I'm one of one, Huh Hit em one time then another one, Uh Call my homie up brought anotha gun, Huh School called my momma said I'm troublesome, Uh F*ck ya baby mama have another son, Woah Like a make a wish nigga you ain't ever won I'm blowing up niggas thinking I sold my soul I keep a Drake nigga this not no OVO I get to spinning nigga like a yoyo, Uh F*ck this shit up khris They tryna kill me quick Y'all niggas make me sick Rocking that mason fit But I don't got a homie named mason Bitch I'm still repping Freemasons Shot under any occasion Turn Africans to Asians She ain't kickin' it with me She ain't kickin' up her feet Taxin' niggas for the feat Had a nigga rockin' mink (oh) Diamonds wetter than a sink Hatin' niggas finna follow In a shootout switch it to full auto In Seattle, posted up, in the trap, double cup Bring it loud, Bring a crowd, Bring a kettle She get loud, like a kettle Cold shoulder nigga you ain't better than me In the sky nigga like a pelican Where I reside, she say that It's heaven sent I'm with the guys they bout bring 11's in When you reach swag they say that you feminine I'm with your bitch, she sit on the table I'm in the car nigga she like oh yeah I'm in the eyes and views of the public Might have to quit mama told me stop cussin' I'm makin' hits that's the end of discussion I roll em' up like a muhfuckin' Russian Bitch I've been flexing I've just pulled a muscle If I walked through the town you know I'm bringing trouble