Cold Songtext
von Mistic

A nigga to cold
I got the heat, But i′m still in the snow
Gang beside me, We touring the poles
These niggas talk shit, but they really be froze
My neck full of diamonds, i'm always on gold

I cannot talk, i′m always on go
Niggas be hatin, i keep me a pole
Bitches be loving, I give em the pole

Mistic I talk my shit
And nigga I walk my shit
Yall bitches be cappin and shit
Young nigga be rappin and shit
Im bout to go bag me a bitch

I keep a glock with extendo
Hold up a nigga no ten toes
Run up a check from the bando


I keep my strap with me
And I keep my bags wit me
Louis v fit cost 50
Money bag long not empty

Ya nigga out here, a simmpy
His pockets gone fold, they empty
I fuck on yo bitch, im empty
She left me on E, she a blessing
A nigga to cold
I got the heat, But i'm still in the snow
Gang beside me, We touring the poles
These niggas talk shit, but they really be froze
My neck full of diamonds, i'm always on gold

I cannot talk, i′m always on go
Niggas be hatin, i keep me a pole
Bitches be loving, I give em the pole


Wait a minute, wait a second
I keep a choppa fuck a smith & wesson
I put the mac 11 to ya necklace
Nigga keep talking shit could get hectic
All of these niggas out here acting jealous
All of these bitches out here stay jellin
I cannot act about cause im reckless
I cannot talk about it cause you extra
Yung Mistic

Bang, Bang, Bang, Bitch
Gang, Gang, Gang, Shit

Ah yung boss shit
Bitchhhhh
Gang