Cold Hearted lyrics

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Three n*ggas with me you know that it's steppin'
You can't come around if you don't have a whip
Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
I keep my mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson
Don't f*ck with new n*ggas I hate in my city
b*tches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some n*ggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef
Got some real n*ggas that's gone fire bout me

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Death round the corner I don't fear em
n*ggas keep talkin' I don't hear em
My only little girl 7 years
Her mama won't let me see her
Was so cool at the school out
Kick a b*tch and she blew out
Hurt the b*tch feelings we fell out
Remember the park at the shootout
We had to cuss the whole crew out
That made your new n*gga move out
Everywhere I show up I step on em
Racks on their head put a check on em
Cut my dog off he my ex homie
For I need a n*gga I stay long
I don't want a n*gga that's f*ck on me
I'm raised in the streets I got no mama
The only one there was my grandmama
I give her the work that's what I'm known for
[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Three n*ggas with me you know that it's steppin'
You can't come around if you don't have a whip
Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson
Don't f*ck with new n*ggas I hate in my city
b*tches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some n*ggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef
Got some real n*ggas that's gone fire bout me

[Verse 2: Jay Fizzle]
I know they hate on my come up
f*ck em go tell a n*gga run up
Trap all night till the sun up
Tryna get rich so I can take home my mama
Whole lotta hoes tryna nut on em
Got cut real n*ggas I die for em
Use to be broke I ain't had nothin'
Jump off the porch I was too young
Just had a newborn matter fact two of em
If it ain't paper then I ain't about it
Collect all the bread let you have the breadcrumbs
Remember four deep we slept on a twin bunk
Remember the date when we use to skip lunch
That was my n*gga we go buy some air 1s
All the fightin' and never a fair one
Remember the Christmas and we prayin' for everyone
[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Three n*ggas with me you know that it's steppin'
You can't come around if you don't have a whip
Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson
Don't f*ck with new n*ggas I hate in my city
b*tches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some n*ggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef
Got some real n*ggas that's gone fire bout me

[Outro: Jay Fizzle]
You know you ain't never know who really love you till your dead
That's why I don't f*ck with these n*ggas
Fear me
I keep three n*ggas with me and three n*ggas on it
Been with me from day one
Straight like dis
No new n*ggas
Gang sh*t no lame sh*t n*gga
Paper route business
Big Grape
[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Three n*ggas with me you know that it's steppin'
You can't come around if you don't have a whip
Don't sport that half strap cause we convicted felon
I cut off dogs cause I heard that he tellin'
My mama gangster she in the pen chillin'
I make some mistakes but I ain't learn my lesson
Don't f*ck with new n*ggas I hate in my city
b*tches been grape but I ain't talkin' jelly
Yeah, I got some n*ggas that gone slide by me
Brought up in the street so I might die in the streets
Step your ass in fire and you might fry when it's beef
Got some real n*ggas that's gone fire bout me