Текст песни Go To Cold - BlindBoi

See I'm going, I'm flowing, I know it
I don't give a fuck what you say, and I'm hoeing
I keep the gun on me, but you'll never know it
50 drum mag, but I'm ready to blow it
Blow her back out, I'm gon' make her tap out
Fuck a smack down, It's gonna be a smash out
Roll up a blunt, this shit gonna get pass
Now here you go lil' bro I know
I go to cold in the snow, snow, snow
No powder or blow, blow, blow
But I keep it on the low, low, low
Always fast never slow, slow, slow
You're worried screaming woah, woah, woah
Sit down lil' bro, bro, bro
Trust me I'm a pro, pro, pro
Didn't think you'd be a no show
So I'm fucking up your hoe, hoe
I'll take her back stage now she about to blow, blow

Blow like a thottie, I'll shoot like a shotty
Don't aim for the body, don't miss call me Scottie
Like I'm Pippen, I'll leave her limping
You think I'm kidding, I'm never quitting
The bullets hitting, I keep on spitting
You'll do my bidding, while I go drifting
I'm heavy lifting, You are just sitting, you're probably knitting
Just take the hint and give up already

I'll never fall, I'm keeping steady
I'll keep eating your mom's spaghetti, when I'm gon' be diabetic
Don't say this shit is genetic, worked my ass off you are too pathetic
Blessing the beat this shit is majestic
When you rap you sound so so hectic, you're shit just like septic

I'm the best in the game yeah, I don't do it for fame nah
Or the money, or name, I do it to feel again
All the pain inside my brain, it drives me so fucking insane
Now I go and lose my brain, because I can't do a damn thing

See I'm going, I'm flowing, I know it
I don't give a fuck what you say, and I'm hoeing
I keep the gun on me, but you'll never know it
50 drum mag, but I'm ready to blow it
Blow her back out, I'm gon' make her tap out
Fuck a smack down, It's gonna be a smash out
Roll up a blunt, this shit gonna get pass
Now here you go lil' bro I know
I go to cold in the snow, snow, snow
No powder or blow, blow, blow
But I keep it on the low, low, low
Always fast never slow, slow, slow
You're worried screaming woah, woah, woah
Sit down lil' bro, bro, bro
Trust me I'm a pro, pro, pro
Didn't think you'd be a no show
So I'm fucking up your hoe, hoe
I'll take her back stage now she about to blow, blow

I aim with precision, my gun ain't forgiven
I always stay pimping, this just the beginning
I'll never stop winning, the block we keep spinning
My homies they grinning, you know I'm not kidding
The blunt what we hitting, your throat what we slitting
These bars I keep spitting, because I'm not forgetting
I'm winning, I'm going, I'm flowing
I don't give a fuck, you are a no one bitch

Straight killer, I'm gonna do it for the thrill and
The percs I start to feel them, you know I'm finna kill them
Like I killed this beat, lyrically this heat, running up and down the street
Like it's a track meet, got quick feet gotta dash
After I run the street it's all over admit defeat
Know you're beneath me lyrical, I'm elite, yeah I'm elite

Here's your receipt go return yourself, you'll be stocked and put back on the shelf
Just like prisoners returned to cell, elves' without no Christmas bells
You're useless, I'm ruthless, you're clueless and toothless
You just took this beat down, you look like a clown
It's drip or drown, it's drip or drown bitch

See I'm going, I'm flowing, I know it
I don't give a fuck what you say, and I'm hoeing
I keep the gun on me, but you'll never know it
50 drum mag, but I'm ready to blow it
Blow her back out, I'm gon' make her tap out
Fuck a smack down, It's gonna be a smash out
Roll up a blunt, this shit gonna get pass
Now here you go lil' bro I know
I go to cold in the snow, snow, snow
No powder or blow, blow, blow
But I keep it on the low, low, low
Always fast never slow, slow, slow
You're worried screaming woah, woah, woah
Sit down lil' bro, bro, bro
Trust me I'm a pro, pro, pro
Didn't think you'd be a no show
So I'm fucking up your hoe, hoe
I'll take her back stage now she about to blow, blow