Cold Feet Lyrics

No, I ain't no rat, but I'm gettin' to the cheese

Another day, another beat, I don't like to speak

I could talk to you for a minute, know if you really street

I could talk to you for a minute, and know that you fuckin' cap

And my brother could do the same thing, he could smell a rat

I got some homies in a trap, got some from Iraq

I know how to disappear and get off the map

I could make you disappear, and I don't need a hat

Got the homies pickin', choosin', they just need the @

I can't beef it over bitches, what the fuck is that

I just passed one to the homie, made another play

I just faced a Henny bottle, then threw up a A

Tryna get a million dollars, that's what we on today

Bitch, I'm tryna count a million dollars every day

I just nod my head, I don't really listen to what they say

I just nod my head, I don't really listen to what they say

I get really high, I'm always in my head

I'm in the restaurant, I'm thinkin' bout the bread

I can never tell, bitch, I never went to school

I never heard the bell

Hit up my barber, need another cut

Every time I walk in, the other barbers be like, what the fuck

I really be in this bitch

I like my girls just like me, I like them innocent

But they really not

Them boys Talkin' bout some shit they don't really got

We think it's really sad

I'm just doin' me it make them really mad

I'm just doin' me, don't fuck with wannabes

Yeah, she my favorite bitch, I bought her double C

Yeah, I ain't finished yet, I want the whole thing

Tryna go against me, they get cold feet

No, I ain't no rat, but I'm gettin' to the cheese

Another day, another beat, I don't like to speak

I can talk to you for a minute, know if you really street

I can talk to you for a minute, and know that you fuckin' cap

And my brother can do the same thing, he can smell a rat

I got some homies in the trap, got some from Iraq

I know how to disappear and get off the map