Lyrics Cold Heart - Skoobii

All my niggas fuckin shootas
Scopes beams 30s suppressors
All my niggas they a bless ya

I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold

And i hop out that whip with 2 heaters 2 seater
Smokin on thumbs my jays 2 meters
Skipped all my classes its fuck you to all on my teachers
Then i hop in that whip wit my 2 heaters let em meet ya
Told me im cheatin fuck it i dont need her
Move out the hood and make em a believer
Nigga throw me a text i wont answer the phone
Send that shit ina package a mailman carl maloun
Ima puff on this jay till is gone
And she know how im comin you think she was raven symone
It was him or its me i aint wrong
Im juss tryin make it out you can keep the goofy shit at home
Gettin money just leave me alone
I aint takin bout falcons when niggas put one in yo dome
When i whip out this gun its a stick up
Niggas rollie was tickin his wrist up
Got my jay ina air with my fist up
She gon start from the bottom and lick up
Like im dirk with the shot put the kick up
Spendin money to fuck all da fits up
Im giannis i know how to make a buck

I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold

I aint chasin no bitches i see me a check and i chase that
Put my trust in that boy and that bitch nigga snake me i hate that
To real in this shit speakin straight facts
I aint lookin for shit but you hittin at me im on get back
You cant walk on my block let me get that
Take my shirt off a gun by the 6 pack
Yes i know how to move I stay with a tool
You purpin on me you a fool
Stood all by my lonely i aint listen to you
I was out ona block i was skippin school
Came up fightin cases not impressed by da rule
Bullet straight to his stomach he eatin food
Endless fuckin demons i dont know what to do
Check the score and we winnin its 10 to 2
Aye
Who the fuck is you
I still be ona block gotta better view
Every since i got money my pocket grew
Its a problem in houstan the rockets blew
Ona block ima trap like im bulletproof
I aint dissin em back we get rid of you
Put a hole in his face gotta missin tooth
Aint no hits ona block this shit pitiful

I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold
Big 30s got no kick back
And i be ona block where that shit at
And im smokin on pressure this shit aint good pac
I aint gon hold i wont fold
And im geekin tonight where yo bitch at
Got a slug in my shit where the fish at
Gotta hit on my head you wont get that
I been told you my heart cold

I been told you my heart cold
All my niggas fuckin shootas
Scopes beams 30s suppressors