Cold Hearted - Dot Demo, TruRebel Migs

Bitch I’m 5"6'

I got 4 braids

I got no friends

But a lot of demons

N a lot of fire

In this 12 gauge

Ain’t nuffin to a nigga

Small body

2 hunnid milling

In a 7 speed

That’s 400 on tha HP

Got a plugged key on tha other side

In this Porsche Cayman

On my own island

Niggas talkin like they down to ride

But they switch sides

Like I switch whips

I pull tha stick shift

N hit tha unlock

And like O shit

N I throw em out it

I need space I like black matter

Cause a hazard like it don’t matter

Know your life don’t

Talkin streets

Turn you road kill

When they free traffic

Stupid nigga get blown backward

Show your face

Then I blow your face

Nigga What’d he say?

Know you know tha saying

I done lost tha saying

Its when a nigga die

Then a nigga born

So when I kill your ass

N you finally gone

Ima celebrate it like my B day

It’s time to eat

N we know you sweet

Put tha fire on you

N I Blow tha cake

Lick a nigga

That’s tha icing on it

Yours thin you was skating on it

Fall through n feel tha froze water

Cold blooded

That’s cold hearted

I kill I beat

Like I’m no hearted

Kill a pussy

Wit my dick hard

School a nigga

Like I know Harvard

I V wit your momma tears

Got me pumped up

Ima keep going

Chain smokin

Ima re roll it

God damn that’s cold hearted

Niggas talkin

We don’t say shit

We juss move quiet like hoes farting

Pussy nigga shoulda never started

Tell your mother

When her son dies

Fuck a grand rising

That’s a good morning

(Dot Demo)

Incoming

Ayo pressure bust pipes

And do yah bust guns

With combat knifes

Swiss army general

I slide a Gem Star through your life

I walk with entities that kill my enemies on sight

Get right on the mic

And kick the realest shit (Tru)

Since the ventriloquist

Filthy ass sindicate

Sinner for a centerfold

If it came with a Rolex

You sold your soul

Rap enigma

Been adapted to these shaky dappin' niggas

Son of the sun

But under moons

Im the zodiac killer

Fitted on Rah Digga

Attentions lower then the city under Paris

For them GMO filled karrots

My carriage is made outta titanium plated carats

Guarded by savages

Swinging ratchets like jabs

Blasphemous

Like the purple fluted cutler amethyst

Make you pay for damages

As I dismantle amateurs

All over your town

Send a coroner to your corner

With letter to your homies

Like Shoulda listened

I warned you

Lil stupid nigga