Cold Turkey - GUDDA TAY, Yung Mal

These niggas ain real as you think

They wanna go big but they can’t

Cashin' out I’m breakin' the bank

Ice on my neck that’s a cuban link

Fifties of fifties they pink, (yeah)

One shot to the kidney he stink

Ball on they ass I feel like Dominique

Watch two tone thats Sunny D

Whole lotta gunnas they gunning for me

They air shit out for a light fee

Three hundred check like nike

Cash longway like Peewee

Nigga from Chicago foe nem BD

Fuck what they say keep fettuccine

Pull up in the hood, give back to the needy, (ugh)

My brother he murdering, he bleeding

Bring out them dogs yeah I get to breeding

Got a crip

Got a young nigga ride with me, don’t talk kill for no

Reason

Like I kill a beat, I live and I breath it

Somebody pray for that boy he need preaching

I got yo bitch at the spot, we squeezing

She got dick in her mouth like she teething

(Hold up) (yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Got more funnel cake than a fair

One me two them nah I fuck by the pair

Diamonds blinking

I been drinking

Brand new Benz, used to pull up in Lincoln

Bet she fuck some, had the bitch go to winking

Kids of the 6 got hot shit steaming

Niggas hold nuts and they hate I done seen it

Came out the dirt, I made em believe it

Diamonds go hit of my shirt, this shit here water

Just like Fiji

Double park don’t pay for no meter

Bad lil bitch from L.A. nice and lean

Don’t leave it to me, I’ma leave it to

Opps pull up then we gotta retreat

Came from the bottom yeah way underneath

Not LV underneath my feet

Real OG’s go vouch for me

In love with this cash got too much broccoli

Talk to my momma, she proud of me

They take they hat off, they bow for me

Pull up I stop they watching me, (ugh)

I heard the feds had a drop on me

I got a sack and bought property just like monopoly

These niggas watching they copying me

I’m talking bout cash, stop calling me, (yeah)

Sauce to the walk, now it’s all on me

My day one dawgs with me

The hood they all with me

Yeah we go ball ho

(Hold up) (woah woah woah)

Bitch get low, hold up get low some more

I get her throat and I go

I spent some racks on a coat, (bitch)

Won’t stop go hard, they know I’ma go, (ugh)

So many chains they choke, (ugh)

So many hundreds they Loc

Stuck with my brothers like Larry and Moe

Can’t walk in the spot got the pad on the door

Fuck this bitch once I felt bad for the ho

Bitch do ya thing I ain mad at you ho

Came out the dirt, what they mad at me for

(ugh) Damn lil shawty I don’t know

I guess they mad they broke

(ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha)