Cold Heart Lyrics

All my niggas fuckin shootas

Scopes beams 30s suppressors

All my niggas they a bless ya

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

And i hop out that whip with 2 heaters 2 seater

Smokin on thumbs my jays 2 meters

Skipped all my classes its fuck you to all on my teachers

Then i hop in that whip wit my 2 heaters let em meet ya

Told me im cheatin fuck it i dont need her

Move out the hood and make em a believer

Nigga throw me a text i wont answer the phone

Send that shit ina package a mailman carl maloun

Ima puff on this jay till is gone

And she know how im comin you think she was raven symone

It was him or its me i aint wrong

Im juss tryin make it out you can keep the goofy shit at home

Gettin money just leave me alone

I aint takin bout falcons when niggas put one in yo dome

When i whip out this gun its a stick up

Niggas rollie was tickin his wrist up

Got my jay ina air with my fist up

She gon start from the bottom and lick up

Like im dirk with the shot put the kick up

Spendin money to fuck all da fits up

Im giannis i know how to make a buck

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

I aint chasin no bitches i see me a check and i chase that

Put my trust in that boy and that bitch nigga snake me i hate that

To real in this shit speakin straight facts

I aint lookin for shit but you hittin at me im on get back

You cant walk on my block let me get that

Take my shirt off a gun by the 6 pack

Yes i know how to move I stay with a tool

You purpin on me you a fool

Stood all by my lonely i aint listen to you

I was out ona block i was skippin school

Came up fightin cases not impressed by da rule

Bullet straight to his stomach he eatin food

Endless fuckin demons i dont know what to do

Check the score and we winnin its 10 to 2

Aye

Who the fuck is you

I still be ona block gotta better view

Every since i got money my pocket grew

Its a problem in houstan the rockets blew

Ona block ima trap like im bulletproof

I aint dissin em back we get rid of you

Put a hole in his face gotta missin tooth

Aint no hits ona block this shit pitiful

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

Big 30s got no kick back

And i be ona block where that shit at

And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac

I aint gon hold i wont fold

And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at

Got a slug in my shit where the fish at

Gotta hit on my head you wont get that

I been told you my heart cold

I been told you my heart cold

All my niggas fuckin shootas

Scopes beams 30s suppressors