Cold Nights (feat. Tayboug)

Since you died without your presence i been really cold Don't throw subliminals my killas will get really bold And it's a miracle to make it out them streets old Still got money from trapping growing mold It's many lanes in life you can take just don't cross this road Would never snitch on my homie stuck to the g-code Ain't saying names but got stitches when he told No laundrymate this money coming in like big loads You diss me but miss me that foo shit don't hit me with Press the wrong button you will get blicked Bodies on they side keep dropping i know they sick The jeweler flood my wrist I ain't got opps and if i did they ass in piss I was down they had the ball but ain't help with the assist Every now and then i gotta remind them hold up my fist They bring these drugs back around me i just gotta resist yeah Without your warmth I'm cold (Yeah yeah) Tryna survive through these cold nights (Cold nights) Baby im tayboug and ion like nun of these hoe ass niggas Oh tryna shake my hand but want my hoe ass niggas We done been to war before for a hoe ass nigga And ion rock with dude no more cause he a hoe ass nigga No ion rock with dude no more cause he a hoe ass nigga Catch yo ass up out in traffic killas hop out and get you Ion like nun of these niggas i be hanging with killas And this is not no fucking diss at them bitch ass niggas I'm in my bag they made me mad we want all the opps dead Got me rapping in the stu everytime i feel sad They did me wrong i won't forget i hope that they ass know that I'm OTF im TBG i got the hood on my neck Bro eighteen they gave him thirty im still sad about that Everytime he call my phone when he hang up i get sad I be tryna do me why won't they let me do that These people know not to f*ck with me i get right on that Without your warmth I'm cold (Yeah yeah) Tryna survive through these cold nights (Cold nights) Since you died without your presence i been really cold Don't throw subliminals my killas will get really bold And it's a miracle to make it out them streets old Still got money from trapping growing mold It's many lanes in life you can take just don't cross this road Would never snitch on my homie stuck to the g-code Stuck to the g-code Would never snitch on my homie stuck to the g-code