Lyrics Cold - Lil Durk , Young Famous , Booka600

(Crazy track) we in the game, you courtside
Don't mix us with them fuck niggas, got no ties (we got no ties)
Yeah, 300, 600, we get so live (we get so live)
Yeah, disrespect, we at yo' neck like bowties

Got respect with that Tec, yeah
Niggas know what we rep, yeah
Irma, Irma, get wet, yeah
Sellin' 'round Seacrest, yeah
Backseat, we sex, yeah
Got straight seats wet, yeah
Treat him like a bungee cord, pussy nigga get stretched, aye

Say where we from, you know we stretchin' niggas (you know we stretchin' niggas)
We need it all, ain't nothin' left for niggas (no, no)
So we dressed up, vested up, aye
Tell 'em niggas catch up, aye (catch up)
Pussy nigga catch up, aye (catch up)
I will never let up

Bought a couple new choppas for my niggas (bought a couple new choppas)
Make sure that nigga don't get to see that doctor for my niggas (don't get to see that doctor)
Bet' not catch you fuckin' with my niggas, aye (fuckin' with my)
OTF my niggas, yeah
300 my niggas, yeah (fuckin' with my)
600 my niggas, yeah (fuckin' with my)

Aye, and I ain't fuckin' with mine (and I ain't fuckin' with mine)
I know I'm fly as fuck, but I'm still totin' a nine (and I'm still totin' a nine)
I'm tryna check a bag, so I'm still on my grind (while I'm still on my grind)
And can't forget the game, free 22 and free nine

I'm true to my brothers, you know what I'm talkin' bout?
I'm tellin' my brother, keep it forever, forever nigga, you know? (Free nine, free nine)

Boy, you know who seven is (gang, gang)
And I won't stop none of them hoes, or I have seven kids (I have seven kids)
And it was fucked up back then, but I had better years (I had better years)
And we was goin' west to cop work off from them Mexicans (remember we was)
And if we high speed, gotta watch out for pedestrians

I took my chain, then we stretchin' shit
Ever seen a young nigga stretch a brick?
They shot Booka, we gon' get back (get back)
Tried to put me under investigation, told him get back (ooh)
Rules to the homicide room, sit there (shh)
Don't say nothin', ask for your lawyer

When I bond out, police hit my mom house (police hit my mom house)
I put that Perc' in the couch so she won't find out (she won't find out)
I don't know nothin', I won't say nothin' (let's get it)
I won't tell nothin', I won't show nothin', no

Aye Booka, go crazy
He-he-he, they don't tweak with us nigga, we foenem, nigga
(Let's get it) L

Fuck the opps till the end like I'm hyped
If this celesta, you'll be sick in the night
Hold the tip of that water
Currents we pullin', we drench 'em in order
Got a savage on my left and my right
Fuck niggas, extort him

Extendos, look 'em dead in the bottle
I been told, "Nigga, stay in your order
Don't you get out of line"
Been exposed, bitches been deportin'
My guys sold just to get in deployed
The streets is ours

Cut from that cloth, no swore
Get Back Gang gon' go
And break bread with my brothers, that's how we was molded
That's how we cool, and that's all we know
Ain't got to be a lion, roar
Ain't gotta be aside with gold
Load up that choppa, let it unload

Only the Fam, Six-O
More money, more guns, more cheddar
More paper, more lettuce, more feathers
For the dead niggas