Cap6ix - My Bitch Cold

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, gang
Uh, I just poured up a deuce, nigga, yeah
I just poured up a deuce, I need another four
And I just broke your bitch down, I need another hoe

Nigga talkin' shit, so he get hit with the pole
And I'm fly, nigga, yeah, you know I'm rappin', bitch
You already know your nigga, I'm cap6ix
On the block, pushin' P, bitch, I'm pushin' weight

Nigga talkin' shit, so we hit em with that K
Call this money, no whiskey, high, fade away
And I'm still gettin' guap, bitch, hold the K
Hold the K , hold the Drac, bitch, hold your fame

Don't you try to play, bitch, you know we at your brain
Make a nigga suffocate, we shoot at his brain
Make a nigga suffocate, we shoot at his face
And I'm ridin' in a Wraith, sliding' in a Wraith

And I know this nigga hate, I know this nigga hate
Yeah, I know this nigga fake, so I stay out the way
And I'm really gettin' guap, lil' bitch, I love the cake
They can't see a nigga face, what's up on my waist

I got 30 and I'm safe, bitch, I stack it aye
Nigga know I'm gettin' racks, gotta fill it up
Fill it up, I'm runnin' around in a Bentley truck
Get that glizzy, pow, pow, light you up

Nigga, we don't give a fuck about that typin', bro
I don't like the lil' bitch, I like designer shoes
I don't like that lil' bitch, I like designer clothes
And my wrist on ice, and my wrist froze

Send my bitch real bad, send my bitch cold
And I'm on a airplane smokin' hella dope
Nigga hatin' on me, so I let him know
I grab that K and put that bitch right to his throat

And I'ma ball, I'ma ball, bitch, I'ma score
We keep them rods like them bitches fishin' poles
And I got hoes, young nigga, I got hoes
Still ballin' like I'm old D. Rose

I'ma shoot a lil' bitch and I'ma score
Let's go, let's go, do you know
Hell nah, fuck, nigga, you don't know
Let's go, let's go, do you know

Hell nah, fuck, nigga, you don't know
Let's go, let's go, do you know

Written by:
Javonte Carter

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