Текст песни Cold Bitch - Gifted Gab

Pull up to the scene like a smoke machine
Triple beam team get the the cream
What the fuck you mean
Y'all niggas moving too slow just like a cup of lean
All my niggas on go just like the light is green
Yeah you see dis
Peeped it through the zenith
Nigga tried to trap me like a Venus,
Told him he oughta cool it if he wanna keep his penis
Gotta be assertive or niggas just won't believe it
But ima leave it
Got a seat at the table, I need a plateful
If everybody eating what the fuck I gotta hate for
Greatest of all time, but I am not scapegoat
These niggas is all mine, it's what I got taste for, ha
Damn Gab you'z a cold bitch
I talk to her how I talk to you, I don't code switch
Now hold this
Where's my blunt, I need focus
Y'all niggas say what you can, and that's hoe shit
Ima do whatever I want, that's on my closed fist
Gotta keep my shit tight
Exactly how my clothes fit.
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga already told you I'm a cold bitch

Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga I already told you I'm a cold bitch

I already told you what the deal is
Baby you gotta swallow it no matter what the pills is
I'll drill this, deep in yo skull
So when you hear me you gone feel it from the pit of yo soul
My nigga told me that I'm outta control
I'm on a roll, it's all perception
You ain't gotta ask if I'm riding, that's not a question
If the feds watching I'll be fresh as fuck
Ima make them niggas double back and come again like an extra nut, ha
Damn Gab man you wil'n tough
Game time, I'm like AI putting up numbers up
My name deep in they mouth like they esophagus
When it come real ones, really ain't a lot of us
Everybody can't catch a ride on the charter bus, feel me
So lil nigga move on
Who on
I get bread with grey pupon
Bust ya whole udon
Down to the bouillon
Everything G, from A to Z like Tuscan
The type of shit that I'm on, sorta like Dylan
Man made, nylon
You moving like a python, snake shit
When I roll my weed I put the eighth in it
And ima hit the bat til the 8th inning
Cause if you ain't first then you ain't winning
Real spit
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga i already told you that I am a cold bitch

Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit I already told you I'm a cold bitch
Whole click gotta cold grip let the hole rip
No shit nigga I already told you I'm a cold bitch