Cold World lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
These b*tches loud as hell
(Damn, Machu, why'd you have to do 'em like that?)
Damn, Machu, why you have to do 'em like that?
Ayy, sh*ttyBoyz

[Verse 1: StanWill]
Burning rubber in the Chally when I skrrt around
Summer '19, was gifty trips and turn arounds
Every Glock you see me with come with a thirty round
Real life scammer, b*tch, I do the sh*t you heard about
b*tch, bro Sprite got a dab of Wocky
Me and gang stepping through this b*tch, we the Jabbawockeez
MIA scoring touchdowns, think our ass the Dolphins
Tryna grab the chain off my neck, you gon' grab a coffin

[Verse 2: TrDee]
Ayy, watch that backdoor, you might just see your mans running out
It's a cold world, you never know what n*ggas do for clout
Told her add me up, why the f*ck the b*tch start losing count?
Tables always turn, we the ones they used to talk about
Huh, chain got a couple colors, baby, come and see the water
The way that you hoes act, I pray that I don't have a daughter
Don't compare no n*ggas 'cause I swear to God my n*ggas harder
Young turnt n*gga, I'm just looking for a Mrs. Parker
[Verse 3: BabyTron]
Caught him at the bus stop dripping with his cool ass
I would listen to that new tape, but you ass
Coupe too fast, couldn't see it when we flew past
sh*t-talking to a random b*tch with my rude ass
Went from bench player to a star, feel like MVP
Big-ass crib, the type you used to see on MTV
Who don't scam? Really got a dummy finna send me cheese
Real jack stacker, as we speak, finna catch me three

[Verse 4: StanWill]
Jake hit my telly every time a new season drop
​iPhone got more sauce in it than a pizza box
Ironic how all my dogs gotta flee the cops
Lil' b*tch think I'm SpotEmGottem when I beat the box

[Verse 5: TrDee]
Weed came from Cali, but my b*tch is a Miamian
f*ck what you heard, n*gga, tell me what you said to him
He be like me, why the f*ck would I be scared of him?
Strap got some nuts, you would've thought this b*tch a lesbian

[Verse 6: BabyTron]
Somewhere on the road jamming, unky in the trap with zombies
Dior T-shirt cost eight, you in Abercrombie
Fat b*tch tryna flirt with me like her ass ain't sloppy
Red and purple spike walkers looking like a bag of Takis
[Verse 7: StanWill]
I done turned a hundred jacks in, you can ask my akhi
Bro'll slide with a stick on him and a mask like hockey
Turned the tables on his tough ass when I flashed the Glocky
I was down below, now I'm rich, thought my ass was Roddy

[Verse 8: TrDee]
You said you made what? Let me show you something
If you still scared to take a risk, you ain't gon' get you nothing
I took a risk and spent my last just to load up
Found a fire site and some dumps, then we pro-ed up

[Verse 9: BabyTron]
Ksubi pockets fat as hell, I'm looking like a sumo wrestler
Clip longer than a paragraph, I'll shoot a lecture
Too clutch, I'ma hit the winning shot through the pressure
Spread out the dog sh*t, it's longer than a school semester

[Outro: BabyTron]
Yeah
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Ayy, ayy, sh*ttyBoyz
Phew