Lyrics Cold Blooded - Hxppa

Don't let my name slip, aye
Thou on my feet,
Walk around like it ain't shit
Pull in spaceship
Count hundreds not sheep
Fall asleep in my bracelets
Her rhythm my language
That perfect physique
Back it up, goodnesses gracious
Put dudes in their places
Got bottles on me
That's LV on my waist, bitch
Stay tall
Money stay tall
Working 10 to 9
Wrist stay frost
Shawty hella fine
No days off
Still cutting lines
Eight ball

Running this shit cold blooded
Copping that shit you wanted
This Henny I sip on
I pull up like 'lift off'
I'm taking my wrist off
Twelve hundred

Too clean
Blue Dream
Margiela, wow
That's two G's
I got hella sound
I rep two scenes
Stay sending hits
Bruce Lee

Baby I wake up to daydreams
Not tryna misbehave
You make me
I pull, on God that's Christian
Dior wallet in my Balmain gray jeans
I knock this shit out of orbit
No label these rappers gone corporate
Aye, I rock that RAF, not that Lauren
Might leave with your bitch with no warning
She heard of me,
heard of me, uh-oh
Them Burberry
Burberry cuffs show
She feeling me
Feeling like drugs, whoa
How you think I feel bad
Like fuck no