Cold Gangsta Song Lyrics

Description:- ​​​​Cold Gangsta Lyrics Yo Gotti ft. EST Gee & 42 Dugg are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Yo Gotti. This song is from CM10: Free Game album. This song will release on 4 February 2022.

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Song:– Cold Gangsta

Singer:– Yo Gotti

Featuring:– EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Album:– CM10: Free Game

Producer:– Flex on the Beat, TyMaz, Rando, June The Jenius, FOREVEROLLING & Helluva Beats

Written:– Rando, DaBoyDame, June The Jenius, FOREVEROLLING, Helluva Beats, EST Gee, 42 Dugg & Yo Gotti

Label:– Collective Music Group & Inevitable II Records, Inc.

Cold Gangsta Lyrics Yo Gotti ft. EST Gee & 42 Dugg

Part I

[Intro: Yo Gotti]
(June, you’re a genius)
Do What We Want Entertainment
And Can’t Be Fucked With Incorporated
Smack a Nigga Ass LLC

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I’m on some cold gangster shit, I might get blocked out the industry (I am)
Ain’t wifin’ no hoes, no couple goals (Can’t do it), and still don’t feel my enemies (I am)
Ain’t squashin’ no beef, I’m fryin’ it (Hibachi)
If it’s ’bout the money, I’m tryin’ it (I’m tryin’, I am)
The price went high, it’s thirty a brick (What ‘evs)
Water been tight, flyin’ in (Whoosh)
Let’s say goodbye to the ghetto (Hello, hello) and welcome to wealth, 90210 (Real bitch)
Behind the gates, Mulholland Estates, I might turn this bitch to the trap though (Let’s get it)
Ayy, there go the neighborhood, neighbors been bitching ’cause they heard the Lamb’ in the driveway
At one in the morning, disturbing the peace, it sound like a plane when I drive ‘way
Might park the Rolls on the lawn (Lawn)
Fuck it, ain’t got no alarm (For what?)
New Richard Mille on my arm (Factory)
I’m a king, you a pawn (Nigga)
I’m a legend, 2Pac, Biggie, Big Pun, Wu, Raekwon (I am)
New M’s to the city, in Detroit more than Big Sean (Facts)
I’m on some cold gangster shit, I got a lil’ bitch on the westside
Couple lil’ hitters from South Memphis and another lil’ hitter from the eastside
I can adapt to the pain (Pain), I understand the poverty (Poor)
Why would I let a record label fuck over us when I did the robberies? (Never gon’ happen)
They told me watch what I say in these raps (Why?) ‘fore they fuck around, sentence me
And you better watch what you say out your mouth (Shh) whenever you mention me (Pew, pew)
You not relatable
I’m a street nigga and that’s not debatable
Tryna buy loyalty, that’s not available
I got a hundred ’round dick on this AR and I hold it stable-ble

Part II

[Verse 2: 42 Dugg]
All my bitches bad, tens, bitch on me, so what? (Fuck on)
Ho gave he head in the Benz (Yeah), bitch wanna fuck in this truck (Helluva made this beat baby)
Yeah, and I fuck her friends, shit, long as she down, I’m up
Bitch, don’t ask my name, I’m doggy
Get the head twice, don’t call me
Heard she got fire, I’m stalking
Beat her ass down in the office
Make her hit the highway with beans
Lean, weed, drank
Bitch run off, get painted
Ex was a ho, we ain’t
Turn blood, nigga, yeah, bitch, he can’t
Gotta pay me to park, no shit, I’m famous
Nigga like smoke, not me, I’m rainin’
Put in the air
Make her keep goin’, then put in her hair
Link one twenty, lil’ ho, these carats
Bros over hoes, ayy, bitch, we sharin’
Three-eight for the water, what they want for the ‘Claren
I just bought the truck, I’m sayin’ (Skrrt, no cap)
Heard you wanna fuck, take chances (Come on)
If I hit her friend, I’m playin’
Yeah, two hundred in chains, I’m dancin’ (Bitch)
Fuck a nigga ho, she friendly (Ho, rat)
Own five cars, not rented (None of ’em)
None of these bitches came tinted (None of ’em)
Ask around, who run the city? (Me)
(You know who run the city)

Part III

[Verse 3: EST Gee]
I was just runnin’ in the streets
Me and my brother, we both had an onion a piece (Both had an ounce)
Starin’, I’m clutchin’ my yeek (Hold up, flexin’ on that bitch)
Look two more seconds, get deadly when fuckin’ with me (FOREVEROLLING)
Turned all my brothers to beasts
Whether they want it or not, I’ma cut ’em a piece
I keep my gun when I’m sleep
Double the number, a hundred ain’t nothin’, two hundred, you done in a week
Who wanna run into me?
They really runnin’ from beef
Scared to go get somethin’ to eat
Can’t even order in peace
Once it was war with no peace
Remember it vividly, we hit up four in a week
Who bought more order than me?
Gave you a purpose and might stick around, help you work it
I never said I was perfect, but flawless
As soon as you changed up and falling like the leaves at the end of the August
I hit it twice and he bought it
Opened her mouth and she caught it
Walkin’ this shit like I talk it
Smoke with me, niggas be coughin’
Face ’em, we put ’em in coffins
First murder with a revolver
And I did it on my lonely
Big Gee, the one and only

[Outro: EST Gee]
Big Gee, the one and only
You know what I’m saying?
I ain’t got no skeleton in my closet, nigga
Real street nigga, no flaw, flawless
You know what I’m saying?
You niggas just cowards
And we stood on this shit
Still standing on this shit
Niggas still getting hit
Play if you want, fool, you’ll see the snake pit
Get your face hit
Bitch nigga

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