So Cold (feat. A$ap Nast & A$ap Ferg)

Yeah
A$AP Mob in this mothaf*cka
Tried to told ya
Yo Yams whats up
Skinny black n*gga, all black get-up
Calvin Klein trench, make me look trap killa
I am rap skrilla, Michael Jack back, in my rap
Check the trap, trilla, Nasty back, track killa
Call me young Jack Ripper, rest in peace wack n*ggas
With this rap, Nast sicker than the sickest of the sickest generation
Yall just hating, cause we made it, celebration got me faded
Blazing up, I feel amazing, but Im just saying
Like what you saying, yall be playing
All are prey to a pack of wolves, that never ate
Or so they say, they could be fake, whoever know
We sold our souls, we sold our minds
I lost my mind, but thats all lies, because Im all fine
I got this game, this b*tch is mine, n*gga
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah , b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
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Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b *tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride, ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride, ride wit a real n*gga
Roll a couple grams, black hoe with a tan
Bands dont just make her dance, bet the b*tch will f*ck my friends
Feeling like Im Cam n*gga, put her on the cam n*gga
And she got a man, she only love me for my jams, damn
Im drunk as a fish, inhaling a spliff , cant you see Im loaded
And I wont stop till Im dead or Im rich, young n*ggas control it
Fold n*ggas like clothing, say my side what you opposing?
Leave him stiff like he was posing, never scared of overdosing, yup
Asked for a pill, handed her two
Say you get high, well prove it then boo
Ordered a tel, call up your crew
And we set it off just like Jada would do
True, they say the real n*ggas dont lie
You was never close to I so I suggest you never try, yeah so
B*tch Im cold, b *tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold , yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride, ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride wit a real n*gga
Ride, ride wit a real n*gga
Trap lord and Im righteous
Cozy boy and Im still reclining
Bad b*tch in Manolo Blahnik
I pump that ass like that colonic
Feel the bass and that beat knocking
Cant see my face, Im beneath the stocking
Stocky n*gga but the heat brolic
Get your head chopped like supersonic
Yamborghini in a Lamborghini
Margiela b*tch in that red bikini
French b*tch suck seven weewees
Ask Rock if you dont believe me
Mobbing hard with my mob
Trap lord the young god
A$AP we go hard
Brraaap boy in yo car
Lay flat boy, its yo gun
Feeling like a task force with that chrome
Feeling like Im Flex boy with that bomb (BOOM)
Tec spray like cologne
Better get that tec boy, youre so gone
Hit him in the neck, jaw or his arm
You better not flex boy when I zone
Cause I draw guns like Crayons
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh
B*tch Im cold, b*tch Im cold
Yeah, b*tch Im cold, yeah, yeah, b*tch Im cold, uh