Lyrics Cold Killa (Freestyle) - ThÀ KįŃg

Okay, look, look, hold on
I swear I'm a cold-ass nigga
But I promise I'm the hottest nigga in the room
Trust me, yeah, trust me

Cold killer, but I'm still the hottest nigga in the room
Pull it out, she get to smilin', baby, you know what to do
All my niggas keep it solid, baby, they all like to shoot
Put a muzzle on the Glock, it's soundproof like the booth
We ain't fuckin' with no monkey business, swing, we gon' shoot
Money-makin', bitch, I can get you killed over that loot
Shawty sendin' face pics, I'm sayin', baby, what's the move
I get the grippin' on her thigh, that's how she know I'm in the mood
Light-skin, thick bitch, swear she bougie and she rude
Brown skin, braised face, head game is hella cool
Give me brain until I'm tired, just another day at school
I think lil' bro a handyman because he keep a couple tools
If he diss a gang and pop off, then he gotta make the news
Swear to God, I'm a cold n***a, give the color red the blues
They been sleepin' on DK, they just keep on pressin' the snooze
That .45 will flip his shit, knock a nigga out his shoes