Cold Gangsta - Yo Gotti ft. 42 Dugg, EST Gee

Part I

(June, you're a genius)

Do What We Want Entertainment

And Can't Be Fucked With Incorporated

Smack a Nigga Ass LLC

I'm on some cold gangster shit (Ain't I?)

I might get blocked out the industry (I am)

Ain't wifin' no hoes, no "couple goals" (Can't do it)

And still don't fear all my enemies (I am)

Ain't squashin' no beef, I'm fryin' it (Hibachi)

If it's 'bout the money, I'm tryin' it (I'm tryin', I am)

The price went high, it's thirty a brick (What else, pew)

Water been tight, flyin' in (Pew, pew, whoosh)

Let's say goodbye to the ghetto (Hello, hello)

And welcome to wealth, 90210 (Real big)

Behind the gates (I am), Mulholland Estates

I might turn this bitch to the trap, though (Let's get it, yuh)

"Ayy, there go the neighborhood"

Neighbors been bitching (Why?)

'Cause they heard the Lamb' in the driveway (Bzzz)

At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Ding, ding)

It sound like a plane when I drive 'way (Yuh)

Might park the Rolls on the lawn (Lawn)

Fuck it, ain't got no alarm (For what?)

New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory, woo)

I'm a king; you a pawn (Nigga)

I'm a legend: 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)

New Elvis to the city (King)

In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)

I'm on some cold gangster shit

I got a lil' bitch on the west side (West side)

Couple lil' hitters from South Memphis

And another lil' hitter from the eastside (East side, real)

I can adapt to the pain (Pain), I understand the poverty (Poor)

Why would I let a record label fuck over us when I did the robberies? (Never gon' happen)

They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why? Shh)

'Fore they fuck around, sentence me

And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)

Whenever you mention me (Pew, pew)

You not relatable; I'm a street nigga, and that's not debatable

Tryna buy loyalty, that's not available (Yuh)

I got a hundred-'round dick on this AR

And I hold it stable-ble (Hey, hey, yeah)

Part II

All my bitches bad, tens, bitch

Yeah I'm me, so what? (Fuck on)

Ho gave me head in the Benz (Yeah)

Bitch wanna fuck in this truck, ooh

(Helluva made this beat baby)

Yeah, and I fuck her friends

Shit, long as she down, I'm up

Bitch, don't ask my name—I'm doggy (*Woof*, yeah)

Get the head twice, don't call me (Yeah)

Heard she got fire, I'm stalking (Yeah)

Beat her ass down in the office

Make her hit the highway with beans (Yeah)

Lean, weed, drank

Bitch run off, get painted (Yeah)

Ex was a ho; we ain't (Yeah)

Turn Blood, nigga—yeah, bitch, he can't

Gotta pay me to park—no shit, I'm famous

Nigga like smoke, not me, I'm rainin'

Put in the air (Yeah)

Make her keep goin', then put in her hair (Yeah)

Link one-twenty, lil' ho, these carats (Yeah)

Bros over hoes, ayy, bitch, we sharin'

Three-eight for the 'Rari—what they want for the 'Claren?

I just bought the truck, I'm sayin' (Yeah, skrrt, no cap)

Heard you wanna fuck, take chances (Come on)

If I hit her friend, I'm playin' (Yeah)

Yeah, two hundred in chains, I'm dancin' (Bitch, yeah)

Fuck a nigga ho—she was friendly (Ho, rat)

Own five cars, none rented (None of 'em)

None of these bitches came tinted (None of 'em)

Ask around—who run the city? (Me)

(You know who runnin' the city)

Part III

I was just runnin' in the streets (Running the city)

Me and my brother

We both had an onion a piece (Both had an ounce)

Starin', I'm clutchin' my yeek (Hold up, Flex on that bitch)

Look two more seconds

Get deadly when fuckin' with me (FOREVEROLLING)

Turned all my brothers to beasts (yeah)

Whether they want it or not

I'ma cut 'em a piece (Yeah, you know I'ma cut 'em a piece)

I keep my gun when I'm sleep

Double the number—a hundred ain't nothin'

Two hundred, you done in a week

Who wanna run into me?

They really runnin' from beef

Scared to go get somethin' to eat (Yeah)

Can't even order in peace

Once, it was war with no peace (Bop, bop, bop, bop)

Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week

Who brought more order than me? (Bop, bop, bop, bop)

Gave you a purpose

In March, stuck around, help you work it

I never said I was perfect, but flawless

As soon as you changed up

And fall like the leaves at the end of the August

I hit it twice, and he bought it

Opened her mouth and she caught it

Walkin' this shit like I talk it (Yeah, yeah)

Smoke with me, niggas be coughin' (Yeah)

Face 'em, we put 'em in coffins

First murder with a revolver

And I did it on my lonely

Big Gee, the one and only

Big Gee, the one and only, man

Know what I'm saying?

I ain't got no skeletons in my closet, nigga

Real street nigga, no flaw, flawless

You know what I'm saying?

You niggas just cowards, man

And we stood on this shit—still standing on this shit

Niggas still getting hit

Play if you want, fool, you'll see the snake pit

Get your face hit

Bitch nigga