Cold Lie (Sped Up)

(LXNGVX)

La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack

Sitting back, countin' all my ends checking all traps

Claiming you won't go, that's a damn lie

You get got, I have you hypnotized

I don't even care, we can share in this game ho

Tossing these **** for the dough is the way it go

Cold bitches know I’m in my murder

And I’m ‘boutta be a sold lie

Just don’t remember

I just wanna solo die

Next to no bitch that’s finna cry about a cold lie

I trust her like I trust a sales pitch

You’ll never die

My soul is so drained

I know better

Won’t even try

Won’t even try

Won’t even try

When I peep the bands

I grip the side up on my burner, burner

When I peep the bands

I grip the side up on my burner, burner

La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack

Sitting back, countin' all my ends checking all traps

Claiming you won't go, that's a damn lie

You get got, I have you hypnotized

I don't even care, we can share in this game ho

Tossing these **** for the dough is the way it go

Having **** sick about the way that I did man

You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp

Gotta worry ‘bout these hands

Touché be my drip

Until I pull up on your bravo

Let the water drip

I got the bag just like a canopy

The flow about it

Never doubt it

High amounts of nicotine

A fair reminder

Never cross my dime

You is my enemy

Mercedes ridin’

No Mustangs

But, you know, I’m just here hangin’

I don't even care, we can share in this game ho

Tossing these **** for the dough is the way it go

Having **** sick about the way that I did man

You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp

La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack

Sitting back, countin' all my ends checking all traps

Claiming you won't go, that's a damn lie

You get got, I have you hypnotized

La Chat smokin on a sack like a real mack

Sitting back, countin' all my ends checking all traps

Claiming you won't go, that's a damn lie

You get got, I have you hypnotized

I don't even care, we can share in this game ho

Tossing these **** for the dough is the way it go

Having **** sick about the way that I did man

You should of told them I'm a real mutherfuckin pimp

Let the water drip

I got the bag just like a canopy

The flow about it

Never doubt it

High amounts of nicotine

A fair reminder

Never cross my dime

You is my enemy

Mercedes ridin’

No Mustangs

But, you know, I’m just here hangin’