rico recklezz - cold cut lyrics
[chorus]
i would let you roll my wood but you would f-ck it up
shut down your whole hood, you can’t f-ck with us
not from cali but my pockets crip, i’m sippin’ blood
i’m at the top but a n-gg- got it out the mud
n-gg-, f-ck a cop and motherf-ck a judge
i’m in the lamb doin’ donuts
barbershop, b-tch i’m so cut
and all i do is get bread like a cold cut
[verse 1]
and all i do is get the bread like a cold cut
i got a whole pint of red, pour a four of somethin’
n-gg-s lookin’ at me like a n-gg- owe ’em somethin’
and you a b-tch tryna say you just want the woman
watch your b-tch gettin’ hit by another woman
and you can’t come where i stay b-tch, just the homie
and all my n-gg-s strapped with swords like the f-ckin’ romans
two-faced n-gg-s, i ain’t with the two-toning
shots woke up everybody like tom joyner
all these pounds, turned chiraq into california
f-ck a creep, i’ll let my shawties creep up on you
won’t beep but the clip like a royal rumble
catch you in the field blessed then broke out the fumble
and i been a king b-tch, but i’m just staying humble
banana clips for you apes charging in the jungle
and you would think i had a bee the way these bullets stung you
[chorus]
i would let you roll my wood but you would f-ck it up
shut down your whole hood, you can’t f-ck with us
not from cali but my pockets crip, i’m sippin’ blood
i’m at the top but a n-gg- got it out the mud
n-gg-, f-ck a cop and motherf-ck a judge
i’m in the lamb doin’ donuts
barbershop, b-tch i’m so cut
and all i do is get bread like a cold cut
[verse 2]
all you do is run your grill but you got no cheese
n-gg- can’t stand me, shoot him in the knees
before we proceed i need all the proceeds
n-gg-s say they want some smoke but they got no weed
and you be smoking on the mild, my weed got no seeds
now we gon’ take this sh-t to trial ’cause we cop no pleas
subzero glizzy, it’ll make your soul freeze
now how the f-ck you n-gg-s ball and you shoot no threes?
and right now i’m in the foreign, drive with no keys
dope make ’em say uhh like master p
been had this sh-t on lock so i left the master key
and i run the money up, b-tch i’m an athlete
goofy running up, go get paramedics please
and i got more f-cking white than a wedding scene
and this a light amount, and this glock silent on everything
and if an opp pull up on my block, get down on everything
recklezz
[chorus]
i would let you roll my wood but you would f-ck it up
shut down your whole hood, you can’t f-ck with us
not from cali but my pockets crip, i’m sippin’ blood
i’m at the top but a n-gg- got it out the mud
n-gg-, f-ck a cop and motherf-ck a judge
i’m in the lamb doin’ donuts
barbershop, b-tch i’m so cut
and all i do is get bread like a cold cut
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