Cold Feet Songtext / Lyric

I rap better cause I'm mad clever

Oh my God! Hey






[Verse 1: Mac Miller]

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 mill

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 14, 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, 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 want to come around freak all night

I'm a sex 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'mma 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 those 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!