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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Cold Blooded Alternative Head Huncho Lyrics

Cold Blooded (Alternative)/Head Huncho Lyrics[Intro]
(Bruh N’ Laws)
I’m in this bitch say
I'ma call it a workout
Aye, and I’m prolly finna do this bitch over
(Beatmonster)
I'ma call it a work out, get the guitar out
(I'm all the way out)
Aye draco, whip yo dick out on that hoe mane fuck that bitch

[Chorus]
Stupid lil bitch, every nigga that diss me right now head blown off
Except for two of em cause them niggas be running
They know how we coming, they know what we bout
Cold blooded steppa, big E don’t talk
We gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out
We was laying down law till the flag came out
Cop out, drop out let the stick go bow

[Verse]
Money be talking, intelligent
Diamonds gon’ shine on the back of the tek philippе
We buy that work every day wе be stretching it
If it ain’t bizz through the night we gon’ step on shit
Stuffing my pocket, balmain full of hunndos
NBA gang, big dump head huncho
Buss a nigga brain, leave the stake then we lay low
Back thuggin on the block same day that the case close
Mucha, pronto screaming for the pesos
50 shots onna Glock, 100 inna draco
Going in the floor every time that the bank close
I ain’t got no mind, drop a bag on a stank hoe
Tryna kill a hoe, every time with the bite down
Q yard, pit bull make a nigga rrrrr
350 shoot the burners head like i’m herm
Had to zip a nigga, he wasn’t waiting on his turn
Aye slow down, nah fuck that!
Hit a nigga ass with the tec, but i make a nigga learn (bitch come here)
Ecclesiastes, we be under the sun
Thuggin hard i went flooded my son
Money coming we been bagging up lunch
All well starting to look up to runch
Shyne calling, i jacked him out a audemar
Fuck a nigga boy you know that we dumb!
Steady juggin, got that food for real
Big E do damage with that tool for real
You know who i am, Q steady losing grams my nigga a fool for real
We be dishing out the blues for real, knock a nigga out his shoes for real
Don’t got no mind, rob a nigga for some time
You know how we do it for real
Bitch getchere

[Chorus]
Stupid lil bitch, every nigga that diss me right now head blown off
Except for two of em cause them niggas be running
They know how we coming, they know what we bout
Cold blooded steppa, big E don’t talk
We gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out
We was laying down law till the flag came out
Cop out, drop out let the stick go bow