Kold Blooded lyrics

[Intro: Everything Gwaluh]
b*tch, whoa
Everything motherf*ckin' Gwaluh, n*gga
The f*ck brackin'?
Whoa
Huh

[Verse 1: Everything Gwaluh]
I'm the brim reaper (Whoa)
b*tch, I'm really cold blooded (Blood)
Pull up on a n*gga block (Bow, bow)
And put the Glock up to his muffin (Bow, bow, bow)
I ain't comin' for no talkin', n*gga (No)
Ain't up for discussion (No)
n*gga disrespect me once (Bow)
I call up Hkunxhko, tell him bust him (Bust him)
Call up Beezy, tell him rush him (Rush)
Had the choppers, we got Russians (Yeah)
I got foreign shooters too (Bow, bow)
And they gon' bust yo' ass for nothin' (Bow, bow)
Flyin' in the Bimmer coupe (Skrrt)
I'm with your b*tch up out in Buckhead (Yeah)
Pass the .40, tell her tuck it
Ain't gotta tell her to bust it (No)
I been beggin' for some beef
'Cause my fingers is gettin' rusty (Yeah, yeah)
And I like my money neat
I got 50s, a couple 100s (50s)
And I got it out the Ps
I got stoners lookin' like junkies
I got opps that's after me
If they catch me, I get to dumpin' (Bow, bow, bow)
[Verse 2: Slimesito]
If they catch me, I get to dumpin' (Brra, brra)
AK on me and you know I'm clutchin' (Brra)
You not a shooter, n*gga, you a flunky (On gang)
All of my young n*ggas really be bustin' (50)
Shot him in the face, I don't do no fussin' (Brra)
That n*gga just mad 'cause I slimed his cousin (Slime)
I really got ties with shooters and they Russian
I hit the scene bustin' up, these n*ggas duckin' (Bustin')
Try to run up, I shot his ass for rushin'
Keep the fire on me, I don't do no tusslin' (On gang)
Two Glocks on me, I ain't goin' for nothin' (Two Glocks)
n*gga touch me, I shot him in the function (Brra)
Got a young shooter with me and he gunnin'
Hundred round stick on me, yeah, I'm drummin' (Stick)
Lil' foreign b*tch and that ho from London

[Verse 3: SouthsideSmoke]
Big ass Glock 23 (Glock)
Leave his face on the front of white tee (White tee)
Beat the case, now I'm out to Belize (Phew)
I got the Glock even overseas (Pew)
All my young n*ggas totin' .223s (.223)
Leave you slumped at the f*ckin' BP (BP)
Robbed a n*gga at the f*ckin' QT (QT)
Blood drippin' like the f*ckin' Red Sea
Whoa, hop out the coupe, shoot (Shoot)
Ain't callin' no truce, I got a shooter on the roof (Got a shooter)
Might pop me a pus*y ass n*gga like you (Like you)
Hop out of the Porsche with a Glock .22 (Skrt)
Got a shooter in New York, 32 in this booth (We good)
Got a southside tool, leave your b*tch ass spooned (Pew)
Got three guns on me, n*gga, what about you?
Broad day shootouts and we shootin' at you (Fa-fa-fa-fa)
b*tch