Chain Is Cold For Real lyrics

[Intro: YRN Veezo]

(Tuned up, haaan)
Yeah, y’all know what time it is (Grrah!)
Young Veezo, chain cold as hell (Ice!)
We still outside, still drillin' (Boom boom!)
Still got mamas cryin', f*ck is they sayin'?
(Grrah grrah, boom!)
Uh-huh, yeah yeah

[Verse 1: YRN Veezo]
Chain icy, neck on froze, walk through the hood with a pole (Brrrt!)
b*tch I ain't duckin' no soul, these rap boys cap, they fold (They fake!)
My youngin just upped that tool, put two in his top, now his story told (Boom!)
Blood on the scene, he cold, we slide again 'fore the last one mold (RAH!)
I'm not your regular drill, I be stylin' while I’m tryna get kills (Facts!)
Balenci drippin’ with steel, I pop out clean but I shoot with skill
Tried to diss, now look how he lay—face on tee with his mama in pain
I ain't here to entertain, I'm here to bring that flame (Grrah grrah!)
They hate 'cause we really spinnin’
Racks in my jeans, big pendant
You cappin' online, pretendin’
We catch your ass, no defendin’ (BOOM!)
That boy tried run, got left in the mud
His mans ain’t ride, fake love from the jump
I talk my sh*t and back it up
Ain’t one time we ever ducked (Never!)
[Chorus: YRN Veezo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my chain is cold for real (Ice!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo’ homie bold, got killed (Boom!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, y’all slide? Be for real (Grrah!)
We walk 'em down, no chill—make mamas cry, no deal (No deal!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we slide with steel and skill (Grrah grrah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we bend that block for real (Skrrt!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, your bro got popped like pills
He dissed, now he roadkill—my chain still cold, you feel?

[Verse 2: YRN Veezo]
I’m too lit, young n*gga with sticks (Brrt!)
Still drop checks on a brand new blick
We hit him up, they ain’t post no pic
He got hit and that boy turned stiff (BOOM!)
Move with caution, this ain't no game (Nah!)
Grew up wild, I ain't never been tame
He tried flex, we took his chain
Now it hang in the trap like framed remains (RAHH!)
Ice on neck, my life been cursed
I rap my pain, my gun go first
They talk online, I put in work
Drop one, now his face on a shirt
Tell Cream load up, let’s slide tonight
Tell Dre bring drums, we paint sh*t right (Baow!)
This that sound make grown men cry
This that “don’t play” or lose your life (Grrah grrah boom!)
[Chorus: YRN Veezo]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, my chain is cold for real (For real!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo’ block got smoked, no chill (Skrrt skrrt!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, four hits, we scored that drill (Boom boom boom!)
They hurt, they beg, they kneel—made mamas cry, that’s real (On bro!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, this ice don't melt or bend (Nah!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, he died, can't make amends (Never!)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that boy got sniped, no lens
Now tell me again—who cold as Veezo and them?

[Outro: YRN Veezo]
(Yeah, yeah)
Chain cold, Glock hot
Opp got dropped on the spot
We bend, they not (Boom boom!)
My soul dark, my ice bright
It's YRN, don't ask why
We make mamas cry
And we ain't never lie
(Grrah grrah, boom boom boom!)