Cold Hearted Killaz - Waka Flocka Flame

I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me

They some real OGs I can’t put on TV

And I keep a shooter with me

Too many niggas need me

In the three with a nine

I see twelve don’t drop dimes

I ain’t never tell on nobody

All white bricks like I’m Yo Gotti

Rappers trying to diss they some broke copies

Catch you at your concert shooters in the lobby

Catch you in your own hood that’s a dead body

Man these rap niggas don’t want smoke

Have them young niggas shooting at your throat

TTK my young niggas trained to kill

That young nigga a mass murderer on the pill

One hand on the stick one on the steering wheel

Put his ass to sleep like some Benadryl

It’s a celebration if I’m in the field

I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me

They some real OGs I can’t put on TV

And I keep a shooter with me

Too many niggas need me

In the three with a nine

I see twelve don’t drop dimes

I got niggas in the bushes that you can’t see

Them young niggas on your head like some Dre Beats

He talking wreckless catch him first can’t let him take me

Menace to Society

Ken and Stacy

Got a bitch that set you up like Davies

Quarter million for the chickens that’s a eight piece

You can get your brick fried like Zaxby’s

Running through the elbows like an athlete

And if I get caught taking time like Max B

My plug ain’t never ever ever tried to tax me

He know that I get my hands dirty

I got plex these molly-eating bitches thirsty

I got some cold hearted killaz from the three round me

They some real OGs I can’t put on TV

And I keep a shooter with me

Too many niggas need me

In the three with a nine

I see twelve don’t drop dimes