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awax4 - cold story lyrics

i know the cops hate me
they’ve been on me
tryna sense me
i keep my hand on my hip
cuz thats where my weapon be
dont get too close
i get to poppin if you testin me
you finna fight these bullets
on the gang cuz we ain’t wrestling
the homie did sum foul ass sh+t
but i ain’t a referee
we gon slide at night but tell me
is you finna step wit me?
the homies just put me on
we knuckled up, there ain’t no blessin me
ima do
what i wanna do
there ain’t no wreckin me
b+tch said she love me
if she did then why she stressin me?
i said i love you
you believe me? why you question me?
she sayin dont go
then why you lettin me?
ive been going thru sum sh+t
n0body check on me
i keep this blower in my pocket
there ain’t no pressing me
i love to ball
i love to shoot
there ain’t no benching me
i heard the cops outside
put the work where the weapons be
free lil jubie out that cell and thats on the gleek
im knowin that my shooters silent we ain’t ever speak
i kept a promise to my brothers there ain’t no taking me
we murder block babies, see the opps let my weapon speak
i heard the opps want me gone they put a check on me
backdoor baby tell me would you put a check on me?
we out here sliding back to back there ain’t no vest on me
but when i’m slidin got this 10 shotty blessin me
and if the homies f+ck wit opps then they the enemies
how you gon call me brother but think about ending me?
out in the cage let ghost, 40, and jubie free

- awax4 lyrics

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