Waka Flocka Flame — Cold Hearted Killaz

[Chorus] x2 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 [Verse] 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 [Chorus] x2 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 [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] 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