Traakoo & DaColdSteppa - Cold Gas (feat. DaColdSteppa)

Ayee
It's the coldest stay focus
It's the famous gasser I'm finna gas this bitch aye
Me and Steppa on they necks and we won't let up
I seen a op at the light and he sped up
She keep on begging me to link she a set up
You need to steady touching crumbs get your bread up
Weak niggas say they gas bitch I'm fed up
Squabble this Glock I ain't Neva giving head ups
They should've duck, duck, goose now they dead ducks
Yeah he was talking high power till we bleed bruh
Da coldest walked down a nigga left his head numb
Da gasser jugging for his chains and he ain't did nun
Neva go broke I'm getting all type of income
Niggas talkin bout they getting chip go and spend sum
I got the drop on the ops I'm finna spin sum
And if a nigga wanna squabble up I'm gone blend sum
Took a lot of L's bout time a nigga win sum
I'm Tom Brady with the pole guarantee I'll send sum
Put Instagram on vanish mode when I send sum
And if a nigga slidin with this Glock I'm trynna end sum
Oh, that's yo homie in this wood butch I did sum
Fucking on this bitch off this perk till like 6 sum
If you politicking on my chain ima blick sum
I got the pole but a nigga really mix sum
I'm feelin like Roman with this pole I'm finna strip sum
Knock a nigga down and go home like I ain't did nun
It's the famous gasser I'm getting all type of women
What's on my belt bitch it's bussing b.b Simon
And niggas know the fuckin deal bitch we trippin
I'm gone slide when I catch a nigga slippin
Bitch I'm sum like a nigga did I mention
Butch we just woke yo ass up now attention
And bitch it's the coldest niggas know I beat the sentence
And Neva did I eva drop a name not to mention
Ayee
Huh
Yeah It's the cold gas
Niggas try us on the gas
Well let that pole blast
And if he talkin high power come get his sole wacked
This nigga trippin off bitches come get yo how back
These niggas sounding like me give me my flow back
Post dirty dan on the gram for a throw back
Y'all heard we smoking on shhh, come get yo bro back
I get to bopping in this butch like I'm Kodak
Bitch the gang withdrawal outta BOA
Niggas out here touchin chicken like it's chick-fil-a
And if you put the coldest ona mission Issa DOA
And aye I'm feelin cold I'm finna fuck a nigga bitch today
Yeah
Lemme hear dat mf

Written by:
Donald Rooney, Tyshawn Edwards

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