lirik lagu rydah jett - cold steps
[intro: rydah jett]
(808karma, turn me up in this b~tch)
yeah…
ayy, f~ck them opps
you know how we steppin’, ho
this that cold step, walk down in the snow with the mac
rydah jett, b~tch!
[verse 1: rydah jett]
i done slid through blocks with a mac~10 tucked, lil’ b~tch, i ain’t playin’
glock with a switch make a grown man dance, pop out like i’m super saiyan
i ain’t never ducked no static, i bring flames, i bring that mayhem
told my lil’ hoe “shut up, take this d~ck,” she love how the gang be sprayin’
catch his ass lackin’ on live, blow the screen out — f~ck his fans
whole clique full of demons, b~tch, we movin’ like the taliban
creepin’ down that alley with a big ol’ strap, i don’t give a d~mn
opps keep postin’ throwbacks of they homies, they ain’t gettin’ back
p~ssy boy tried to flex that kit — sn~tched that sh~t, now he cryin’ in the back
all that cappin’ in them songs, you soft as h~ll, better keep that in the rap
i’m in your section with my youngins, all masked up, we dressed in black
and if i get caught on cam, i’m still yellin’ “f~ck them feds,” that’s facts
rydah!
[verse 2: triggamaq]
triggamaq, i’m steppin’ in, fifteen, still got more heart than all them men
came from out them dirty bricks, learned to shoot before i learned to blend
no safety on that ruger, yeah, one tap turn his whip to wind
tried to run, now his chest all split — that .40 hit him in his chin
i ain’t postin’ no threats, i’m in the field with sticks, not in the trends
might just up this bl!ck at school, but not on kids — on opp~friends
and i heard that boy got jumped, shoulda brought his pole to that event
we walk up on targets, no drive~bys — i want blood, i want revenge
grew up hearin’ sirens, now i’m causin’ all that noise again
mama told me calm it down, but i just bought a drum again
i’m triggamaq, the youngest out, but steppin’ like i’m 30, twin
if i see an opp, i crash that whip and stomp him out in tims
trigga!
[verse 3: deezee blakk]
yeah, they call me deezee, better pray you don’t see me
swervin’ on yo’ corner with a chopper screamin’ “free ski”
yeah, i’m heartless, put that metal to his face like he 3d
ran him down, that boy ain’t make it far, slumped on his ccs
i ain’t friendly, i ain’t dappin’ none of y’all, don’t you approach
we ain’t shootin’ out no windows — we hop out and do the most
caught his brother slippin’ at that store, i shot right through his coat
now his mama lightin’ candles and his cousin tryna post
keep that fire, i’m a torch him — deezee really do the most
and i don’t rap about no lies, every verse a haunted ghost
me and rydah on that stuff, trigga just loaded up the smoke
play with gang, you gettin’ stepped on — we don’t argue, we just go
splat!
[outro: rydah jett, triggamaq & deezee blakk]
splat! blrrt~blrrt~blrrt!
f~ck all them opp~ass rappers, we in this b~tch
visionaire rico shootin’ this sh~t like a movie
big three steppin’, cold steps, cold hearts
don’t play ball if you can’t bleed, ho
rydah jett, triggamaq, deezee blakk
march 3rd — we up now
b~tch
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