So Cold - Da$h, A$AP Nast, A$AP Ferg

Yeah

A$AP Mob in this mothafucka

Tried to told ya

Yo Yams what’s up

Skinny black nigga, all black get-up

Calvin Klein trench, make me look trap killa

I am rap skrilla, Michael Jack back, in my rap

Check the trap, trilla, Nasty back, track killa

Call me young Jack Ripper, rest in peace wack niggas

With this rap, Nast sicker than the sickest of the sickest generation

Ya’ll just hating, cause we made it, celebration got me faded

Blazing up, I feel amazing, but I’m just saying

Like what you saying, y’all be playing

All are prey to a pack of wolves, that never ate

Or so they say, they could be fake, whoever know

We sold our souls, we sold our minds

I lost my mind, but that’s all lies, because I’m all fine

I got this game, this bitch is mine, nigga

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride, ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride, ride wit a real nigga

Roll a couple grams, black hoe with a tan

Bands don’t just make her dance, bet the bitch will fuck my friends

Feeling like I’m Cam nigga, put her on the cam nigga

And she got a man, she only love me for my jams, damn

I’m drunk as a fish, inhaling a spliff, can’t you see I’m loaded

And I won’t stop till I’m dead or I’m rich, young niggas control it

Fold niggas like clothing, say my side what you opposing?

Leave him stiff like he was posing, never scared of overdosing, yup

Asked for a pill, handed her two

Say you get high, well prove it then boo

Ordered a 'tel, call up your crew

And we set it off just like Jada would do

True, they say the real niggas don’t lie

You was never close to I so I suggest you never try, yeah so

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride, ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride wit a real nigga

Ride, ride wit a real nigga

Trap lord and I’m righteous

Cozy boy and I’m still reclining

Bad bitch in Manolo Blahnik

I pump that ass like that colonic

Feel the bass and that beat knocking

Can’t see my face, I’m beneath the stocking

Stocky nigga but the heat brolic

Get your head chopped like supersonic

Yamborghini in a Lamborghini

Margiela bitch in that red bikini

French bitch suck seven weewees

Ask Rock if you don’t believe me

Mobbing hard with my mob

Trap lord the young god

A$AP we go hard

Brraaap boy in yo car

Lay flat boy, it’s yo gun

Feeling like a task force with that chrome

Feeling like I’m Flex boy with that bomb (BOOM)

Tec spray like cologne

Better get that tec boy, you’re so gone

Hit him in the neck, jaw or his arm

You better not flex boy when I zone

Cause I draw guns like Crayons

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh

Bitch I’m cold, bitch I’m cold

Yeah, bitch I’m cold, yeah, yeah, bitch I’m cold, uh