Cold Cut lyrics

[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would f*ck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't f*ck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n*gga got it out the mud
n*gga, f*ck a cop and motherf*ck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, b*tch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut

[Verse 1]
And all I do is get the bread like a cold cut
I got a whole pint of red, pour a four of somethin'
n*ggas lookin' at me like a n*gga owe 'em somethin'
And you a b*tch tryna say you just want the woman
Watch your b*tch gettin' hit by another woman
And you can't come where I stay b*tch, just the homie
And all my n*ggas strapped with swords like the f*ckin' Romans
Two-faced n*ggas, I ain't with the two-toning
Shots woke up everybody like Tom Joyner
All these pounds, turned Chiraq into California
f*ck a creep, I'll let my shawties creep up on you
Won't beep but the clip like a royal rumble
Catch you in the field blessed then broke out the fumble
And I been a king b*tch, but I'm just staying humble
Banana clips for you apes charging in the jungle
And you would think I had a bee the way these bullets stung you

[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would f*ck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't f*ck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n*gga got it out the mud
n*gga, f*ck a cop and motherf*ck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, b*tch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut

[Verse 2]
All you do is run your grill but you got no cheese
n*gga can't stand me, shoot him in the knees
Before we proceed I need all the proceeds
n*ggas say they want some smoke but they got no weed
And you be smoking on the mild, my weed got no seeds
Now we gon' take this sh*t to trial 'cause we cop no pleas
Subzero glizzy, it'll make your soul freeze
Now how the f*ck you n*ggas ball and you shoot no threes?
And right now I'm in the foreign, drive with no keys
Dope make 'em say uhh like Master P
Been had this sh*t on lock so I left the master key
And I run the money up, b*tch I'm an athlete
Goofy running up, go get paramedics please
And I got more f*cking white than a wedding scene
And this a light amount, and this Glock silent on everything
And if an opp pull up on my block, get down on everything
Recklezz

[Chorus]
I would let you roll my wood but you would f*ck it up
Shut down your whole hood, you can't f*ck with us
Not from Cali but my pockets crip, I'm sippin' blood
I'm at the top but a n*gga got it out the mud
n*gga, f*ck a cop and motherf*ck a judge
I'm in the Lamb doin' donuts
Barbershop, b*tch I'm so cut
And all I do is get bread like a cold cut