Cold Lyrics latest song by Gucci Mane feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It. The Lyrics were written by Christopher Dorsey, Michael L Williams II, and Radric Davis and Produced by Mike WiLL Made-It
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Cold Song Details
| Song | Cold |
| Artist/Singer | Gucci Mane feat. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It |
| Lyrics | Christopher Dorsey, Michael L Williams II, and Radric Davis |
| Produced | Mike WiLL Made-It |
| Label | Atlantic |
Cold Music
Cold Lyrics
Thinking ’bout them cold nights (Cold), sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (Damn)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (Yeah)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell (Yeah)
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my b*tch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bail, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, f*ck the opps, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bales
Narcotics and plenty sales, glass bowls and pocket scales (Skrrt)
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous (Huh)
I shine like a camera (Shine), I kicked all the amateurs
556’s damage ya (Hot), we don’t tote no Derringer (Hot)
Go check the thermometer (Hot), we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up (Mom)
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough (Cha-cha)
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff (Ha)
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us (Nah)
We got toys like Toys R Us, the chop’s so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
But try us, they gon’ spray your bus (Grah)
Thinking ’bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (Yeah)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (What’s up, Wop?)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
(Look, look, look)
Bounced out of the B.O.P., still toting that stick on me (I got it)
All these hoes tryna f*ck (What?), I ain’t giving no dick for free (At all)
All these people want a show (What?), need that bag C.O.D. (I need it)
All these lil’ slick posts, say that shit to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef, smashed out my old teeth
One by one I’m coming to collect from everybody that owe me (Everybody)
Real killers, they know me (They know), real street n*ggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands you ever try to approach me (Let me see, n*gga)
Feds got me burnt out, still a little institutionalized (Damn)
N*gga, that shit was real, seen n*ggas stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon’ ride
Free [?] fed n*ggas might start a riot
Thinking ’bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell (If it’s up, it’s stuck, n*gga)
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (They can’t kick ’em up, n*gga)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (If it’s up, it’s stuck, n*gga)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell (They can’t kick ’em up, n*gga)
Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real
