Chris Brown Way Too Cold (theraflu) (freestyle)
My bank account tellin’ me to calm down
They bill boys tellin’ me to climb down
Niggas pillow talkin’, let me find out
To give a f..ck about later victim all night
You know the shot is what I do though
Bitch, you know I’m flexin’ about a necklace and a 2 door
Monday in a Rolly, Tuesday in a Tupla
Beat killin’ crap niggas this is what I do though
These niggas is lamy, always complainin’, doin’ the same shit
Step all up on Twitter, to make you follow, suck on the same dick
I’m tired of these niggas, tired of arguing over the same bitch
Niggas funny like comics, I’m wealthy nigga I ain’t rich
My shit be up in galleries, a million when I paint bitch
Pop records but made is Ferrari, that’s the lane switch
Switch it up, all these niggas work for number change
Grown up, all you niggas, yea my number changed
Hit boy, all these rappers wastin’ beats
I bought all my clip toys and those niggas wastin’ heat
Yea, I talk that beat noise aka I’m TNT
I blow that shit up, get up
This boy you can’t get rid of
Don’t f..ck with my old bitches like a bad flirt
Every industry niggas that had her
Shake a tree like a pumpkin just to smash her
Bitches break in codes but I’m the password
Now it’s time for young niggas to shake down shit
If you yappin’ in the club then you surround it
They say he trippin’ on some gray hound shit
He didn’t listen, now he listenin’ to the ground bitch
Put him out
He’s sleepin’
With all the snickers on his chest he barely breathin’
Like his lights out, he took a beatin’
Hand on his chest holdin’ his hard pledge of allegiance
Damn, this bitch call me the Theraflu
Took her shoppin’, bought her 15 hundred pair of shoes
Uh, Theraflu
I’m a cold ass nigga
Fuck you