Do Em Cold

Drum Dummy Whats up with my Grimey 90's Nigga I be on the move, nigga i be on the road I aint really into pimpin', but I got a lotta hoes I do em cold Aye look, aye look I be on the move, baby, I be on the road and shit I ain't blow money, but I'm kinda known to blow this shit See, I ain't into pimpin', but I think she tryna hoe and shit Keep a couple goonies with me and they'll get to molding shit Molding shit, big choppa poppin', yeah, you know my niggas totin' shit Pull up actin' stupid, we gon' pull up with them loaded clips Snow bunny bitch, she hand it over, got my hand out Used to love attention, but I'm all about my bag now See how you love your nigga, but you love to see your mans down Road runnin' daily, cause I'm tryna build my brand now Yea I'm from the East, but see my goonies from the Ave and shit You call her your baby mama, I call her a faggot, bitch She actin' like a leech, but you love her, that's your maggot, bitch See, you don't want that issue with me, catch that ass in traffic quick, bitch Ayy, stop playin' with it, nigga, see I ain't doin' shit, I'm on the move, countin' figures Twoey Nigga I be on the move, nigga i be on the road I aint really into pimpin', but I got a lotta hoes I do em cold Ayy, ayy, ayy, grimy 90s music, told her I'm a real grimy, baby I ain't into pimpin', ain't no pimp but, baby, gone pay me Let's hop on I-5, baby, and switch states D.O.C. gon' have to catch me, I'm heading to play I told my brothers I got him, we gon' leave this place I swear to God, if they try us on bands, we gon' bang For my son, I'm puttin' money up in my bank A new life for a nigga, a nigga gettin' paid I ain't gon' lie, I ask for favors, niggas actin' fake They see me doin' this rap shit they like I love you, J Get the f*ck up outta here, you niggas hella gay My new bitch said she wanna see me elevate Tres and Fours South Clove, I know these niggas hate I keep it on me, Glock 19, Ima let it spray We ain't showin' shit, nigga, that's how you catch a case Look out the judge and tell doggy it's our entertainment The street life shit, that's all a nigga ever known Gorillas in that jungle, boy, we ain't goin' home Crackin' fours, watch them fours come and crack your dome G-G-G, everybody here got a pole These niggas say they sliding' sheets, dog they must not know Why I gotta leave these shells on this damn floor Why I gotta leave the club when Brody knockin' hoes F*ck it air it out, Brody, let these niggas know