[LYRICS] Yo Gotti Feat EST Gee – Cold Gangsta
[LYRICS] Yo Gotti Feat EST Gee – Cold Gangsta
Yo Gotti’s ‘Cold Gangsta,’ featuring EST Gee and 42 Dugg, has official lyrics. Yo Gotti dropped ‘Cold Gangsta’ as the third single off his new album, CM10: Free Game, a few days ago. June The Jenius, Flex On The Beat, Rando, Helluva Beats, Foreverolling, and TyMaz created ‘Cold Gangsta.’
Intro: Yo Gotti
June, you’re a Jenius
Do What We Want Entertainment
And Can’t Be Fucked With Incorporated
Smack a Nigga Ass LLC
Verse 1: Yo Gotti
I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain’t wifing no hoes, no couple goals (Can’t do it)
Still don’t feel my enemies (I am)
Ain’t squashing no beef, I’m frying it (Hibachi)
If it ’bout the money, I’m trying it (I’m trying, I am)
My price went high, it’s thirty a brick (What ‘evs)
Water been tight, flying in (Whoosh)
Let’s say, “Goodbye” to the ghetto (Hello, hello)
And “welcome” to wealth, 90210 (Real bitch)
What’s happening, Gates?
Mulholland Estates
I might turn this bitch to the trap though (Skeet)
And there go the neighborhood
Neighbors been bitching ’cause they heard the Lamb in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace (Sheesh)
It sound like a plane when I drive away
Might put a Rolls on a lawn, fuck it ain’t got no alarm (For what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory)
I’ma king, you a pawn (Nigga)
I’m a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
New M’s to the city
In Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)
I’m on some cold gangsta shit
I got a lil’ bitch on the westside
Couple of hittas from South Memphis
And another lil’ hitta from the eastside
I can adapt to the 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?)
‘Fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh)
Whenever you mention me
You not relatable
I’m a street nigga and that not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, they not available
I got a hundred ’round dick on this AR
Now hold this table
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Verse 2: 42 Dugg
All my bitches bad, tens
Bitch on me, so what? Fuck on
Ho gave he head in the Benz
Bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah motherfucker, we friends, shit
‘Long she down, I’m up, bitch
Don’t ask my name, I’m doggy
Get the head twice, don’t call me
Heard she had fire, I’m stalky
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the, in the Benz
Lean, weed, drink
Bitch one-off, get painted
Ex was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, nigga, yeah bitch, he can’t
Gotta pay me to Perc’ no shit, I’m famous
Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m raining
Put in the air, make her keep going, then put in her hair
Link one twenty, lil’ ho, these carats
Bros over hoes, ayy bitch, we sharing
380 for the war, what they want for the ‘Claren
I just want the truck, I’m saying, “Skrrt” (No cap)
Heard you wanna fuck, take a chances (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playing (He is)
200 in chains, I’m dancing
Bitch, fuck a nigga ho, she friendly (Ho, rat)
All five cars not rented (None of ’em)
None of these bitches came tinted (None of ’em)
Ask around, “Who run the city?” Me
(Who you know run the city)
Verse 3: EST Gee
I was just running the streets
Me and my brother, we both had a onion a piece
Staring, I’m clutching my yeak
Look two more seconds get deadly when fucking with me
Turned all my brothers to beasts
Whether they want it or not, I’ma cut ’em a piece
I keep my gun when I’m sleep
Double the number, a hundred ain’t nothing
Two hundred, you done in a week
Who wanna run into me?
They really running from beef
Scared to go get something to eat
Can’t even order in peace
Once it was war with no peace
Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week
Who brought more order than me?
Gave you a purpose and might stick 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
Walking this shit like I talk it
Smoking, these niggas be coughing
Face ’em, put ’em in coffins
First murder with a revolver
Then I did it on my lonely
Big Gee, the one and only (Big Gee, the one and only)
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