Wifisfuneral - ColdAsIce lyrics

Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get ’em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it,  pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they’re my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend

Crushing on a perc, know better
We outside frontline for the cheddar
All these drugs got me feeling under weather
Can't be in my feelings, I'm around killers
Get up and she sucking dick to the
Tip with her chin up bangin’ on my line
Lil’ thot why you fiending? I'm a demon
Niggas say they outside
We don’t really see them
Hopped out a hundred bands
Now I'm really geeking
Running to the check, no flex, that's defense
Broke ass nigga ain't from my region
That’s an Audemars Piguet
I know you peep this
Ayy, broke ass nigga still shop at Neiman
No angel dust on the
Beat young nigga tweakin'
Big bank, lil bank, John Cena, can't see him
Tried to take all my energy
Now she a heathen
All of the time so we creeping
And my face be too
Gated whenever I'm greeting
She sucked the cream out the dick
I'm a Twinkie
Rub on her, fuck from the back
Call her pinky
Ball on a op 'cause that nigga a pip squeak
They don't hear shots from that
Glock till they dead, play
Please don't test Tank
'cause he totin' a blicky
Maple syrup on pussy, I eat it, too sticky

Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend
Some are cold and numb as a bitch
Off a perc and I can't feel shit
And I got a couple enemies on my hit list
If I get 'em, I quit 'em, that's it
Hold up, like fuck it, pour four of the Tris
You know drugs love me, they're my friends
I might geek all night til the end
This shit for real nigga, no trend, yeah