The Cold Room - S1-E5 lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
(Yo, Elevate made this beat)
Gang
You know who it is man, Karma
(Linguini)
2, aye, shout out Tweeks man, aye
You know it's cold, huh
It's freezin', ahaha
f*ckin' hell, free 'em up, gang, aye
(Ay, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold)

[Verse]
On your mark, get set
On your mark, get set, get ready
Nah, my man didn't get far
He got a head start, but his legs turned jelly
Wheel it, spin that lil' selector
'Cause he's gonna hold bare like huggin' a teddy
The other side always get buried
So right now, I'm twistin' up 3 like canerows
I know a J from the block, one jezzy
But her name starts with an A, it's not J-Lo
I make a good gyal dash away, Halo
I dig it in deep, now, she talkin' about cuffs (Uh)
Don't you know that I hate those?
You givin' man PTSD
I really gotta dodge from the plain clothes
And marked cars 'cah I really got it on me
I'm short, but I walk with a zombie
Don't get caught 'cah you said that you're on me
You'll get left in the past
All for the love of the money
I was doin' OT with pebs in my arse
In school, I was always in iso'
So apparently, I didn't pay attention to class
sh*t, here comes my favorite part
Incog got chinged in his heart
He's a big man to be chillin' in parks
Opps ain't gassed, man, they're more like f*cked
Why the f*ck, am I callin' her "Aunt"?
I ain't got no respect for a paigon's marj
Bro, just show me the maggy
Trust, everybody gon' hear if it talks
Buss, gloves, not wearin' a mask
Shank or bullet, might tear 'em apart
Pull it, bullet, hearin' the bap-bap
That will put fear in a heart
Wearin' a mask, shank or bullet
Might tear 'em apart
Pull it, bullet, hearin' it bap-bap
That will put fear in a heart
Look, if you want suttin' done right
You better do it yourself, G
Angle your arm like you're takin' a selfie
Swing that down, make a man say "Help me"
Dash, dash from the boys in blue
'Cah they playin' for keeps, they ain't playin' for Chelsea
They want to see a black boy in a cell
They don't wanna see a n*gga rich and wealthy
Well, we're still gonna do what we do
Wapped get tapped like my n*gga K2
Known as Kenz, I don't know about you
To the paigon, try if they do
Then they probably got no IQ
Married to the money, they don't, I do, I do
Do you love dough? I do
I remember lookin' from my bro car view
Now, I need my gwop all filthy too
[Part II]

[Intro]
Ayo, Tweeko mixed this, you know? It sounds cold
Shell did his homework

[Verse]
I love when I beat in the baddest of B's
I get the pus*y so wet
That it sound like I'm whippin' up Mac n' Cheese
I told gyally on me "You're a joker"
You talk so bad, and it sounds all good
But you're so mediocre
She told me her brain's 10/10
But I didn't get a boner
Jeet that b*tch, send her back to her owner, woah
I jeet that down, send it back to her husband
I got PTSD from police
You can hear my heartbeat when my n*gga says, "Askar"
So no way can I bag one, cuff man
Let me talk about nanks and handguns
Let me just talk 'bout money
'Cause true say I really got enough of them anthems
Look at your brick or Samsung
Tryin' bill a line right now
'Cause I like money more than I like rappin'
Look, I don't wanna die right now
So when I'm outside, just know that I ain't lackin'
LOL, this guy thinks I want his girl
Well, f*ckin' hell, man I wouldn't even smash it
I wouldn't even get a gawk gawk
And I know a leng-leng said she got a friend
If a bredrin's leng then she might get a f*ck-f*ck
She might get a feature
Mind how you step 'round me
'Cah trust me, I leave a T stain, no Teeka
No face from the boy, can't name me
I ain't Tracy, that's Beaker
b*tch tryna play me, I ain't FIFA
You don't love me, that's my name
But you wanna take me away, I ain't pizza
No, you can't take me away, I ain't pizza
I got real life beef, man this ain't McD's
Don't let me put hands on a beater
To the brother, man ease up
Man, I might squeeze at a suttin' like D cups