Gucci Mane - Cold (feat. B.G., Mike Will Made-It) lyrics

Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down I had
To give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell

I don't need no wishing well
I'ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the
Bail, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the opps
They called twelve
I been trapping since twelve
Selling nicks and bricks and bales

Narcotics and plenty sales
Glass bowls and pocket scales
Burglar bars and cameras before
My life was glamorous i shine like a camera
I kicked all the amateurs
556's damage ya, we don't tote no Derringer

Go check the thermometer
We bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house
I heard it woke his momma up
I'ma keep the chopper tucked
Run up if you think you tough
Playing with all that funny stuff
They found his body in the bluff

Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don't play with us
We got toys like Toys R Us
The chop's so long it's folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain't old as us
But try us, they gon' spray your bus

Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down I had
To give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell

Bounced out of the BOP
Still toting that stick on me
All these hoes tryna fuck
I ain't giving no dick for free

All these people want a show
Need that bag COD
All these lil' slick posts
Say that shit to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef
Smashed out my old teeth
One by one I'm coming to collect
From everybody that owe me

Real killers, they know me
Real street niggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands
You ever try to approach me

Feds got me burnt out
Still a little institutionalized
Nigga, that shit was real
Seen niggas stabbed to death
Right before my eyes

B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane
You know this shit gon' ride
Free fed niggas might start a riot

Thinking 'bout them cold nights
Sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin' but cold food
They let me out that cold jail
Soon as I touched down I had
To give them folks hell
Took off all them jail clothes
Showered off that jail smell

Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real