Tommy TK - Cold Feet

No, I ain't no rat, but I'm gettin' to the cheese
Another day, another beat, I don't like to speak
I could talk to you for a minute, know if you really street
I could talk to you for a minute, and know that you fuckin' cap
And my brother could do the same thing, he could smell a rat
I got some homies in a trap, got some from Iraq
I know how to disappear and get off the map
I could make you disappear, and I don't need a hat
Got the homies pickin', choosin', they just need the @
I can't beef it over bitches, what the fuck is that
I just passed one to the homie, made another play
I just faced a Henny bottle, then threw up a A
Tryna get a million dollars, that's what we on today
Bitch, I'm tryna count a million dollars every day
I just nod my head, I don't really listen to what they say
I just nod my head, I don't really listen to what they say
I get really high, I'm always in my head
I'm in the restaurant, I'm thinkin' bout the bread
I can never tell, bitch, I never went to school
I never heard the bell
Hit up my barber, need another cut
Every time I walk in, the other barbers be like, what the fuck
I really be in this bitch
I like my girls just like me, I like them innocent
But they really not
Them boys Talkin' bout some shit they don't really got
We think it's really sad
I'm just doin' me it make them really mad
I'm just doin' me, don't fuck with wannabes
Yeah, she my favorite bitch, I bought her double C
Yeah, I ain't finished yet, I want the whole thing
Tryna go against me, they get cold feet
No, I ain't no rat, but I'm gettin' to the cheese
Another day, another beat, I don't like to speak
I can talk to you for a minute, know if you really street
I can talk to you for a minute, and know that you fuckin' cap
And my brother can do the same thing, he can smell a rat
I got some homies in the trap, got some from Iraq
I know how to disappear and get off the map

Written by:
Sako marzvanian

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