Cold Blooded Kill3r

Man my homie got a lost soul He been feelin broke He can’t even get food in a bowl He been tryin to make money tho This ain’t my style man I’m sick of this shit (haha) Badboy yeah I don’t play nice Badboy yeah I don’t care, aight Fucked with me, now this bitch gon die Cold in my veins, cold in my blood Get out my face, don’t give a fuck Cold in my body, testing ya luck Pleading your case to an unholy god Glock in hand, ready to go Don’t care about you, I’m ready to kill, bro It’s real easy, the opps they run slow They hatin on my bars Hatin on my flow Put their heart in a jar Then I’ll steal his bitch, and I’ll make her blow