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Cold Killers


YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

 

Cold Killers Lyrics

Cold Killers by YoungBoy Never Broke Again


I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't f**k wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings

I ain't alright, lil daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me
And this my life, lil daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole thirty clip, b**ch you gon' take it
I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my momma on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten, wit' a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the f**k up out my way, cause it's my turn now"
Babygirl said I'm her favorite now, ok, I'm wit' that
I'm with DJ while he drunk, and I'm still young, I still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come, and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles, b**ch don't try me
I be on that, I dump that

I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't f**k wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter, lil baby [?]
We be wreckin' sh*t soon as I come, whole click straight dumb
Shoot the huh, fill it wit' the whole drum
Keep both of my pocket's filled wit money, they can't hold nothin'
Spin the b**ch, I bet that we fold somethin', yea
I ain't sparin' sh*t, spray it, f**k the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket, and I got on sweats
And you still can't f**kin' tell if I was walkin' wit' that tech
But you know I'm totin' five, tote dirty sticks and dirty nine's
Hit 'em wit' that face shot, bop, that's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, e-way, that's me slangin' iron
Want to kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid f**k, I take his mind

I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't f**k wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings

Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboo's
You know that he will shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe, wit' my dude, that's my [?]
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he a step on you
They know what the f**k we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot
Take his legs off, take his hands off (Bown, bown)
Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down
Grab that nigga, get gunned down, b**ch bang
Still got the top off when the sun down
b**ch, we ain't the same

I'm the one who did it wit' my click and I ain't f**k wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these ho's on my trial and you know I don't show no feelings



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