Cold One - Eric North, Quinn

Lil trouble, some bitch, she lying all on the dick

Lil nigga step back before you swallow a clip

Say you hotter than so and so, and you colder than a fridge

Crack a cold one with the boys, riding dirty in a Benz

I feel sorry for every nigga who thinking I done soft up

Lying through your teeth

All your niggas can come get flossed up

All of y’all is puss, like gang signs, get tossed up

Rockets in the building, all you do is carry launchers

Everybody fucking buddy buddy, it’s annoying

I can’t wait to go on tour and find these niggas and annoy 'em

And I dare they say shit to my face, I’ll destroy em

Leave a nigga face bloody on Best Gore and enjoy it

I been mobbin with the Clvn, SaudiBANDS, get a clue bitch

Like to rub my dick on you pussies just like a glue stick

Got the best deals in the building, I’m Joe Urban

Say I’m hotter than the spot of a nigga wearing a turban

Kick a nigga spine, how it snap, like a book

You puss, no boots, no sword, just mush

Your bitch like dick, she suck like push

She eat that all of that cum, even what’s on my bush

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I will leave you floating

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I don’t have emotions

You cannot blockade my thoughts, I will leave you floating