COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock)

COLD KILLA (feat. nightlock) ( *not my edit* ) follow Nick Docks: Linktree: https://linktr.ee/nickdocks Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/6GzWpP7VHaLVjeVPdGNzLZ Soundcloud: https://soundcloud.com/nickdocks Twitter: https://twitter.com/Nick_Docks Email: [email protected] Release date: August 17, 2024 #COLDKILLA #NickDocks #nightlock LYRICS: Bitch I'm breakin' bank Drop the guap, don't get enough Spend a milli on the fangs Just so I could get the blood Maskin' up, don't show no face Know what hit em? bitch, what Cold killa, start a case No vanilla, you a punk So I'm boutta raid the room Knock knock at yo door Single uzi, I got two Drop a clip down to the floor Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the dough Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye I ain't fuckin' with no thot bitch, toxic Pussy boy you not shit Talkin' 'bout yo ex Don't give fuck, just change the topic I can't love a hoe Get too obsessed, it's too exhausting Oppa makin' threats All with the talk, no walk, you flauntin' bitch I'll pull up with the clique Have the semi-auto sprayin' Say a name, I get 'em hit I'm droppin' bodies, none remaining Thermal scope, extended clip Don't give a damn 'bout what you sayin' Imma tote a double blick It's a thermal scope I point it at the skele Red dot, red beam Got my choppa real heavy I don't do fake shit Got me hangin' out the heli Lil bitch don't trip Hollow tip, she deadly Like bitch I'm a bully I pull up in a hoodie Got the blackout drip Face mask with the toolie Imma have to get the .45 Pussy, you gon' die, droppin' slowly Hear the war cry Take the body's life, make 'em know me Bitch I'm breakin' bank Drop the guap, don't get enough Spend a milli on the fangs Just so I could get the blood Maskin' up, don't show no face Know what hit em? bitch, what Cold killa, start a case No vanilla, you a punk So I'm boutta raid the room Knock knock at yo door Single uzi, I got two Drop a clip down to the floor Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the dough Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye Look Big bags on my back, like a scholar Shorty goin' dummy with the brain, call up Harvard Give yo ass the fade, and I ain't never been a barber I been tweakin' with the stick, and I ain't talkin' Harry Hit the block, God damn, I'm a stone-cold killa Zip code on my body, bitch the fit is five figures Bitches on my body 'cuz they know I'm that nigga Church told me repent, they know I'm a sinner Got a show back home, spit some shit for the people Go crazy, baby, tryna see how low the knees go Beggin' for attention, I don't have what you seek, hoe Shots with the guys, know we sippin' Casamigos Then she walked into the room, she a bad, bad bittie Curvy waist, brown skin, gold chain by her titties Shorty took me by the arm, know she fuck with me heavy Bum bitch talkin' shit, hit lil' bro with the semi On gang Bitch I'm breakin' bank Drop the guap, don't get enough Spend a milli on the fangs Just so I could get the blood Maskin' up, don't show no face Know what hit em? bitch, what Cold killa, start a case No vanilla, you a punk So I'm boutta raid the room Knock knock at yo door Single uzi, I got two Drop a clip down to the floor Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the dough Lil bitch I make the moves Gettin' guap I get the yuh, aye