Coldworld

Plague

Gucci my feet when I walk in
Coldworld on my body I'm flossin'
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain't talkin'

I be on point like a sniper
Put two in his chest Ima line up
Your whore really want me I pipe her
Found out she can sing like a choir

Pretty boy swag, pretty boy swag
Pretty boy swag they can't touch me
Bitch I came out the womb wit them good genes
Ima trigger a bitch like I'm Syd Sween

Wait, wait
Sippin' too much I can't see straight
Laid up wit your whore on the first date
Five Star service she fellate

Suicide bomber I'm all
Put all of my opps in a coffin
I'm in your town in that foreign
Back that hole you gon' crawl in

He don't want beef like a vegan
Beam on the chop when I see him
30 round mag, 30 round mag
30 round mag it gon' eat him

Keep dumpin'
30 mag go what?
30 mag go blaow!
Let's go!

Sunglasses at night I don't need light
Tracer tip shells they gon' take flight
Bark like a dog and I do bite
They not gon' press me, I move right

Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world
Dead man walk, dead man walk
Dead man walk, issa cold world

I don't got no friends I'm solo
Winter depression, I'm so low
Came home from the trenches I'm loco
Black & white world I see mono

'Cause the Gucci my feet when I walk in
Coldworld on my body I'm flossin'
Came wit a grip, came wit a grip
Came wit a grip we ain't talkin'