Cold Hearted lyrics

[Pre-Chorus: 7981 Kal]
Aye, turn that b*tch up glory
n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
You n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue

[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' n*gga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
Thesе hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bitе people
Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper

[Verse 1: 7981 Kal]
I don't know 'bout you, but n*gga I'm gon' die 'bout my respect
Better think before you run off, boy don't die about this check
And shorty left me at my lowest, I ain't f*cking with my ex
I tried to kick her out the door, but I'm addicted to her sex
And as a plus, she let me f*ck when I need a nut
She said she need me, only mean it when I'm in her guts
This ain't no love, this more like lust, and girl there ain't no us
I used to want you, now it's f*ck you b*tch you turned to dust
I heard they hit him in his neck, and put that n*gga in his sleep
If they ever ask me questions, then I'm lying to them people
I got my brothers 'till I die, so you know I'm my brother's keeper
All this pain that I done been through, turned a n*gga to a reaper
If you live the life I live, can't make no accidents
'Cause if they catch you, than the judge give you the maximum
Youngin's turn you to a body, if you lackin' n*gga
I know some n*ggas that caught homi's and still rattin', n*gga
[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' n*gga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people
Now go ahead step out of bounds and get your life reaper

[Verse 2: G Fredo]
Wanna see me cut up like I'm karma, b*tch then push that button
Ask 'em what happened to that pus*y b*tch, when they killed my brother
Ask 'em what happened to that pus*y b*tch, when they killed my cousin
b*tch so don't you speak on that, these shotta's they gon' tweak for that
Thirty-four babies, they hit that b*tch in more than 34 places
And I promise that's just a message, b*tch there's more where that came from
My shotta's reckless, they get up close and let up they angle
Stand over that lil n*gga, tell him this is for Gabriel
And got karma on my side, so I don't trip
The first one we catch get packed, don't give a f*ck 'bout who he with
Only gettin' who we came for
Run down with a chop, but this b*tch ain't gon' spit no paint balls
Said ain't givin' passes, don't give a f*ck 'bout what he ain't on
Shouldn't have took drugs from me
Still can hear his voice, big brodie they don't got no love for me
Wonder if I die right now, who really gon' go nuts for me
And finish what we started, can't name no one goin' harder
[Chorus: 7981 Kal]
You n*ggas fake transparent, you n*ggas see through
They might just label me a crip, the way I bleed blue
It ain't that lil' n*gga, it's 'cause I'm cold hearted
This red dot on the Choppa, get your skull parted
I went to trial, and they judged me, I don't like people
I keep a hammer on my waist, no I don't fight people
These hollow tips lookin' like sharks, I make 'em bite people
Now go ahead step out of bounds, and get your life reaper