Cold lyrics
by Juicy J
[Intro]
We got a story to tell (damn)
Yea
Pay attention
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
Brand new pistol he bought it
Really couldn’t afford it
Either that or his moms, take a trip to the florist
Get him first, what he’s thinking
With for Henny he drinkin'
Hustle five days a week but he hittin' cribs on the weekend
Don’t know pops, he don’t care
Don’t know papi for work
And right before he do it he always visits the church
Never question his motives
Or the weapon he holdin'
You’ll be gone by the night and he’ll still be here in the morning
Off that Mary he floatin', pop the molly good measure
Always call for the hit ‘cus nobody do it no better
Fire up then he leave, girl smoke in his pocket
He keep one in the head, never once did he c*ck it
He don’t roll with the team, clean it up where those stacks
Don’t keep sh*t in the glove, pistol right on his lap
Make the temperature change, he did not lose his cool
All the sh*t he done, he only 15 years old