Cold Lyrics

Mehn...

I heard a couple niggas say Blvko don't rap mehn

Naaa mehn they tripppin' they trippin'

Woo(echo)

Blvko the king mehn...

Let's go let's do this

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah I swore I’d never switch

Heart so cold like my wrist

I don’t make love with my lips

Too busy spitting bars

Trust me this as hard as it gets

But niggas too quick to reject

No I didn’t give a damn yeah I kept rapping

When I pull up on the scene they can’t stop clapping (Clap, clap, clap, clap)

They like nigga where you been I’m like who’s asking

You know we always been your team way before the blessings

Yo stop capping !!!

Yeah with all this drip got me feeling like I’m Aquaman

Zero competition just like kids versus the boogeyman (Boo)

I ain’t throwing shades but it’s funny what’s happening

Niggas claim they popping but they rich only on Instagram

Yo!

Looking all clean we ain’t forcing it

That’s just how it is when you're calm and you're hustling

I just wanna make my momma proud excuse my sentiment

All I really wanted was some help so drop the compliments

Woah mans so cold

Post up on the gram now your girl them froze

Oh goals different moves

Pre-season yet we balling with the pros

Pass the cheques we could skip the fame

Special effects but nothing really seems to change

I’m trying to get bag while trynna make the name

Finna think out the box cause these niggas move the same

You know it’s hard to be different when you’re bounded by limitations

I been moving so different I go way beyond expectations

No one else see the vision

She was cool but she tripping

And if a nigga act up flush him out like abortion

Woah mans so cold

Post up on the gram now your girl them froze

Oh goals different moves

Pre-season yet we balling with the pros

Yeah money made us shake hands

Made a big plan

Had to turn up

For the big win

Dropped a bomb on this niggas like it’s Japan

Way to fly for these niggas check the wingspan

Woah

I ain’t no crip but my haters go blue

When I get up on that mic all these haters go mute

Shooting for the stars I got rockets confused

You know I don’t do smoke but I came with woo

Big cheques, huge racks

Big moves, big bag

Never turn on my niggas doing straight laps

Never sleep on my niggas we just take naps

Made your first mill then you switched on your bros

No shades man if the shoe fits then it’s yours

Don’t you ring up my phone Day ones you ignored

Now I see you got cash cops some friends at the store

Woah mans so cold

Post up on the gram now your girl them froze

Oh goals different moves

Pre-season yet we balling with the pros

Woah mans so cold

Post up on the gram now your girl them froze

Oh goals different moves

Pre-season yet we balling with the pros

Woah mans so cold

Post up on the gram now your girl them froze

Oh goals different moves

Pre-season yet we balling with the pros