Cold Blooded II

The movement Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah (Haha) I'm not your average new york rapper (yeah) Cause most of these n-, they really be capping with it Yeah, this that bronx drill Where my double cup This that if you ain't got papers Put it in a blunt feel (uh-huh) It was me & my cousin, one night in the trap Knock, knock, somebody at the door I'm like "who is it?" The loc came in & he was tripping Talking & hating how we was living He been wanted us out from the beginning Dna stains on his shirt & it was blood in his jacket I lived in a crip house (huh) But it was blood in my fabric (yeah) The loc went into the room & started scuffling for his life Me & cuzzo knew the vibes It had to be a gun or was it a knife? Then he came out the room With the glock up in his pants The way cuzzo was shaking Swear he had to be doing the shmoney dance The crip n- aimed for gee & said "oh y'all thought knew me" Cuzzo was like "bro please, c'mon bro please, please don't shoot me" They both tussled for the gun & bro ranned out on me Close your eyes, make a wish & put your hands out for me I'll never be like my real — That n- manned out on me 'Til this day, I always thought that it was planned out for me (yeah) That's why I'm so cold blooded These life experiences, these ain't no stories (yeah) I'm not your average new york rapper (yeah) Cause most of these n-, they really be capping with it Yeah, this that bronx drill Where my double cup This that if you ain't got papers Put it in a blunt feel (uh-huh)