So Cold

[Intro: A$AP Nast] A$AP Mob in this mothafucka Tried to told ya Yo Yams what's up [Verse 1: A$AP Nast] Skinny black nigga All black get-up Calvin Klein trench make me look trap killa I am rap skrilla, Michael Jack back in my rap, check the trap trilla Nasty back, track killa, call me young Jack Ripper Rest in peace wack niggas With this rap, Nast sicker than the sickest of the sickest generation Ya'll just hatin', cuz we made it, celebration, got me faded Blazin' up, I feel amazing, but I'm just sayin' Like what you saying? Y'all be playing All are prey to a pack of wolves That never ate, or so they say They could be fake, whoever know We sold our souls We sold our minds, I lost my mind But that's all lies, because I'm all fine I got this game, this bitch is mine [Hook] x4 Bitch I'm cold Bitch I'm cold Yeah, bitch I'm cold Yeah, yeah, bitch I'm cold Uh [Bridge] x2 Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride wit a real nigga Ride ride wit a real nigga [Verse 2: Da$H] Roll a couple grams, black ho with a tan Bands don't just make her dance Bet the bitch will fuck my friends Feeling like I'm Cam nigga, put her on the cam nigga And she got a man, she only love me for my jams damn I'm drunk as a fish, inhaling a spliff Can't you see I'm loaded And I won't stop till I'm dead or I'm rich Young niggas control it Fold niggas like clothing Take my side, what you opposin Leave him stiff like he was posin Never scared of overdosin, yup Asked for a pill, handed her two Say you get high, then prove it then boo Ordered a 'tel, call up your crew And we set it up just like Jada would do True, they say the real niggas don't lie You was never close to I So I suggest you never try [Hook] [Bridge] [Verse 3: A$AP Ferg] Trap lord and I'm righteous Cozy boy and I'm still reclinin Bad bitch in manolo blahnik I pump that ass like that colonic Feel the bass and that beat knockin Can't see my face, I'm beneath the stockin Stocky nigga but the heat brolic Get your head chopped like supersonic Yamborghini in a Lamborghini Margiela bitch in that red bikini French bitch suck seven weewees Ask Rock if you don't believe me Mobbing hard with my mob Trap lord the young god ASAP we go hard Brraaap boy in yo car Lay flat boy, it's yo gun Feeling like a task force with that chrome Feeling like I'm Flex boy with that bomb (BOOM) Tec spray like cologne Better get that tec boy you're so gone Hit him in the neck, jaw and his arm You better not flex boy when I zone Cause I draw guns like Crayons [Hook]