Lyrics Unknown (feat. Kion Rose, Mack OC & King Swank) [Cold North Remix] - Daark
King
Swank
called
me
up
He
got
Shy-I
in
the
cut
Mack
Oc
on
a
hacking
spree
in
a
black
tee
push
your
luck
The
future
now
is
unknown
Got
fewer
foes
in
the
thrones
Just
ride
with
us,
not
the
clones
The
future
now
is
unknown
I
don't
want
bleeders
I
just
want
chokers
All
of
the
speakers
Blowing
aromas
Kicking
it
late
night
Bumping
our
shoulders
Never
get
frostbite
When
I
come
hold
you
Let
me
go
date
night
I'll
be
your
holder
We
can
just
sit
tight
We
can
just
smolder
We
can
just
stretch
little
bit
like
yoga
Venom
like
cobra
Put
me
in
a
coma
Feel
a
sweet
burn
like
engine
chroma
Taking
a
bath
in
Coca
Cola
Feeling
I'm
leaning
from
those
mimosas
I
cannot
focus
I
cannot
hold
it
Straight
to
the
action,
don't
get
wordy
Admire
that
passion,
wear
my
jersey
You're
a
distraction,
but
I
won't
hurry
Picking
up
traction,
I'm
at
your
mercy
No
big
pills,
never
do
percies
We
can
just
chill
at
mine,
get
flirty
We
can
just
bump
some
drill
get
lurky
Cup
is
so
murky
Making
us
slurry
Let's
make
a
pod,
get
safe
from
'Rona
Let's
make
it
drop
like
roller
coaster
They
need
a
squad
of
the
boldest
soldiers
To
pull
us
apart
like
I
already
told
you
Sweet
catastrophe
Pass
that
mac
but
lack
the
cheese
Black
mask
as
a
fashion
spree
Black
ass
and
she
flashing
me
Bagged
that
with
a
dash
of
P
Bragged
that
she
was
after
me
Black
badges
still
badger
me
Black
ashes
amass
the
scene
Black
magic
harass
the
team
You
cannot
be
mad
at
me
for
packing
heat
Many
people
have
dads
with
a
badge
between
Couldn't
give
a
rat's
ass
if
you
asking
me
If
you
want
it
that
bad
then
enact
the
peace
We
can
make
it
Baghdad
what
a
masterpiece
I
won't
even
drag
that
just
relax
and
see
Wish
that
we
still
had
Chad
rest
in
panther
peace
Whoa,
income
incoming
no
taxes
it's
gross
Bread
in
the
bank
so
that
calls
for
a
toast
Leave
'em
alone
all
these
bitches
just
post
They
be
like
gas
stations
they
come
and
go
Watch
who
you
calling
your
friend
or
your
bro
Some
fuck
wit
you
cuz
you
got
somewhere
to
go
Came
in
for
Corolla
I'll
leave
in
a
Rolls
Blow
up
the
bridge
just
to
bury
these
trolls
So
Fill
em
up
like
a
dump
truck
glad
we
trumped
Trump
Just
to
sum
it
up
my
come-up
like
a
sun
up
Done
up
Stupid
Andrew
i
got
dumb
luck
run
up
Shawty
was
tight
when
she
couldn't
spend
the
night
An
she
tried
to
start
a
fight
had
the
gun
tucked
She
threw
one
punch,
she
aggressive
yeah
she
tough
stuff
I
cant
even
lie
that
was
a
fun
fuck
one
love
And
that's
the
way
that
it
goes,
uh
Man
that
nigga
so
cold,
uh
Super
drip
need
a
hose,
uh
Super
thick
blanca
toes,
uh
Don't
get
too
comfortable,
uh
This
ain't
my
final
form,
uh
She
ain't
got
nothing
on,
uh
Bless
the
beat
with
my
They
ain't
never
really
wanna
see
me
get
hot
I
don't
think
they'll
really
get
it
till
somebody
get
got
Tryna
turn
the
music
into
sum
it's
not
Maco
turn
to
Makavelli
they
be
thinkin
this
Pac
Oc
the
only
you
know
bout
the
guy
turn
yo
girl
to
my
side
You
could
check
the
kid
background
She
want
raw
but
I
told
her
this
smack
down
Gone
with
the
wind
Till
she
call
me
again
And
she
want
it
more
times
So
I
told
her
spin
back
round
I
ain't
got
time
for
the
Wap,
Miss
Fetty
Bossed
up
to
king
so
they
all
diss
heavy
But
I
swear
a
lil
boy
say
one
lil
thing
And
a
right
hook
swing
where
the
young
boy
chin
be
Kidding
me
I
talked
to
boy
so
gently
And
I
don't
want
the
energy
that
y'all
be
having
outside
in
me
I
don't
want
to
turn
to
the
Young,
pretty,
thriving
with
jewels
on
my
collar
A
beautiful
phrase
as
hakunah
matata
Like
what
yo
lil
partner
goin
do
to
my
shotta
Who
more
of
a
G
then
you
ever
been
Laughing
at
you
lol-ing
Pushing
the
peddles
you
peddling
Aye
aye
aye
We
know
you
ain't
bout
it
the
talking
and
screaming
irrelevant
Aye
aye
aye
You
couldn't
bare
the
hype
Instead
you
goin
talk
about
killing
and
all
of
the
guns
Cuz
shorties
be
scared
to
fight
Y'all
gonna
see
me
with
Shef
if
you
throw
me
the
ones
Cuz
we
making
bail
tonight
Leaving
you
pale
and
white
Better
go
deal
with
the
Daark
man
plus
me
Ain't
no
one
laughing
ain't
nothings
funny
Better
not
come
if
you
don't
want
the
Quarantined
at
home
I
ain't
chillin
cannot
slack
Different
packs
My
niggas
got
that
No
façade
bad
bitch
from
abroad
She
gon
hit
that
Waka
Round
of
applause
Wah
gwan
What
is
happening
Boutta
kick
it
full
gear
I'm
spazzing
Grimy
ass
flow
Call
me
the
craftsman
Merking
niggas
like
I'm
a
madmen
See
my
niggas
we
get
to
dapping
High
class
nigga
look
like
high
fashion
Bitch
ass
niggas
slay
dem
like
Sampson
Look
at
me
bitch
I'm
the
new
captain
Uh
Made
the
beat
had
to
kill
it
Glorified
bitch
I'm
qualified
Cause
I
am
the
muh
fucking
genius
Pussy
niggas
be
a
weakness
Real
ones
that
I'm
surrounded
by
And
I
wave
goodbye
all
haters
Fuck
it
they
my
motivation
Canceling
bitches
No
kisses
No
Hersheys
I'm
making
sure
that
niggas
cant
hurt
me
Untouchable
gullible
You
niggas
comfortable
Sleeping
ona
nigga
just
like
a
Murphy
No
need
to
pick
and
choose
Pick
up
the
L,
you
snooze
you
lose
We
bout
to
make
the
news
with
the
noise
we
bring
its
major
tunes
Fangs
get
grown,
need
me
a
Buffy
Said
that
you
know
so,
said
that
you
want
me
No
mind
that
a
soul
gets
mushy
That
it
gets
comfy,
bloody,
slushy
None
of
us
laughing,
none
of
this
funny
I
was
just
asking
what
you
want
from
me
Never
knew
stabbing
me
through
tummy
Was
so
lovely,
lovely
Said
I'm
too
sweet,
said
I'm
like
honey
Said
I'm
a
keeper,
said
that
I'm
cuddly
Put
me
in
sleeper,
make
it
all
funky
Giving
me
ether,
making
me
fuzzy
Feeling
like
smokescreen
making
it
blurry
Screaming
inside
me
but
I
won't
worry
Feeling
like
you
and
me
on
a
journey
Feeling
like
Thirteen
Going
On
Thirty
Album
Unknown (feat. Kion Rose, Mack OC & King Swank) [Cold North Remix] - Single
date of release
27-08-2021
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