歌词
Mike will made it
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down
I had to give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell
I don't need no wishing well
I'ma buy my ***** Chanel
Keep it real she paid the bail
Kept it player no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel **** 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
Burglar bars and cameras
Before my life was glamorous
I shine like a camera I kicked all the amateurs
Five five six's damage ya we don't tote no Derringer
Go check the thermometer we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house
I heard it woke his momma up
I'ma keep the chopper tucked
Run up if you think you tough
Playing with all that funny stuff
They found his body in the bluff
Poker face we never bluff
Play with them don't play with us
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
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down
I had to give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell
Bounced out of the B O P
Still toting that stick on me
All these h*es tryna ****
I ain't giving no d**k for free
All these people want a show
Need that bag C O D
All these lil' slick posts
Say that **** 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
Real killers they know me
Real street niggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands
You ever try to approach me
Feds got me burnt out
Still a little institutionalized
Nigga that **** was real
Seen niggas stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane
You know this **** gon' ride
Free the ice in the pool right
Fed niggas might start a riot
Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down
I had to give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell
Mike Will B-Gizzle Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
**** too real
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