Cold Feet

Yeah, uh I rap better 'cause I'm mad clever Yeah, yeah Oh my God Hey Yeah, they always want that fun shit When you tryna spit a little somethin' real They start runnin', turnin' chicken like a nugget meal How the fuck I feel? Kinda like a hundred mil' Spun the wheel, bought a vowel, I don't owe you nothin' still Fuck a deal, I can do it with my own team Won before Sheen, hear how all these hoes scream When I was fourteen, sippin' on my OE Tryna marry money, but that bitch kept gettin' cold feet Music loud, hear it bangin' through the whole street Beat gettin' shit on, ha, toilet bowl seat No sleep, just work Got a couple horny girls in a see-through shirt So believe my hype, muthafuckas can't read nor write Still they talkin' shit, man, I've seen your type Got problems, can't sleep at night 'Cause your girl wanna come around, freak all night I'm a s*x drill when I'm rollin' off them X pills Five bikes, ten wheels, girl, I'll leave your legs still Say, "I don't do drugs, just weed" Well, I'ma do drugs and speed down the street Do doughnuts, your flow sucks, you so butt Your girl's gettin' throat fucked, I get high, I go up Why you sayin' that he's a trend? Then come to all his shows just to meet your friends? So much coke sniffed, fuckin' hoes with bloody noses Just a couple doses, fuck the roses Class time, better take good notes You bitches couldn't touch me with a Facebook poke Bitch --- Cold Feet - Mac Miller