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its up - c0ldgame lyrics

[intro: c0ldgame]
n*gga, aye
rip l, n*gga
200 (link+up)

[verse 1: c0ldgame]
aye, don’t play with me, boy, i play with ks
look, i been in that field, he been out the way
i seen my bag get out of shape so i started running plays
turning down what? n*gga, please, i been running fades, aye
dropped on his spot so now he finna play
my b*tch from out the way and she do all the things that i say
i put extensions in my glock like your dookie braid
you run into a sucker, call the gang then we come out to play
i got more acc with this ar like f*ck a baby k
my n*ggas pulling nutties on n*ggas banging that baby case
aye, you n*ggas sweeter than some baby ray’s
i’m drilling for the cause and you not, we just ain’t the same
don’t push up on him, lil sleaze, he bе pistol packing
blow him like a whistle, that’s a foul, .40 cal be hacking
i put 200 on my facе, b*tch, i’m never flagging
i popped a sucker, ain’t said nothing, ain’t no need for bragging
that b*tch a f*ggot, no capping, i had to leave her stranded
breaking hoes a habit, she got it, lil sleazy gotta have it
bounce out and brandish then blap it, my shooters really active
catch ’em out in traffic and smack ’em then celebrate the damage
they took l but it’s okay, they better take me next
don’t let me creep up close, on my brother, i’m making a mess
fully switch on every gleek, this b*tch got tourette’s
new n*ggas come around and get put to the test
shots hit his neck, like vodka i’m tryna burn his chest
2 letters do it best, i could bang it, you better check the stats
i had to distance myself ’cause n*ggas f*ck with rats
if you ain’t ready for a life sentence then just back back
it’s bad bad, four nicky bark like a scat pack
louis backpack, when she leave she bring a bag back
she chose sleaze, i told her send it through cash app
your baby moms a sl*t, she send me nudies on snapchat
for l it’s up like a ceiling
gang violence, swear to god i fell in love with the drilling
forty be kicking, catch me outside like a picnic
finger be itching, it’s up like a ceiling, n*gga
[interlude: c0ldgame & ace rico]
yeah, these n*ggas know what time it is, n*gga, stop playing with me
i’m back, n*gga (sleaze, what’s happening?)
on the homies, n*gga, rip l, long live l (huh?), n*gga

[verse 2: ace rico]
ain’t worried ’bout these n*ggas, i got choppers for the beef (i got choppers)
f*ck a babykane and, n*gga, f*ck a bbg (f*ck them n*ggas)
copped a baby drac, it’s a fully on every gleek (i got a fully)
i’m back out the way, i been bending blocks all week
n*gga, you was in the house when we was setting demonstrations
and we k!lling any n*gga that’s affiliated (f*ck them n*ggas)
this 26, it done got me out some sticky situations
drum kit on this b*tch, this is not for decoration
fifty on me, f*ck i look like fighting, n*gga? (i got fifty on me)
what i just did, could’ve got a life sentence
ain’t no telling with this sh*t, i still might get it
it is what it is, b*tch, that’s just how i’m living (i don’t give a f*ck)
aye, sleaze, tell these n*ggas run they bag
all these tats on my face, i gotta mask up
sh*t, you only popped a n*gga, you ain’t bag nothing (you ain’t bag nothing)
and if you ever catch me slipping n*ggas better down me
like five*o, we’ll have your house surrounded
and if that n*gga ain’t a shooter he ain’t staying around me
quick to wet a n*gga block like a water fountain
[outro: ace rico]
n*ggas know how we coming through, n*gga

- c0ldgame lyrics

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