"Cold Game" lyrics
Juicy J & DJ Scream Lyrics
You know, it's a cold world out here (Trippy)
A cold game, backstabbers (Trippy)
(HOODRICH, ho)
Snitches (Trippy)
No loyalty, just a bunch of cutthroat niggas (Trippy)
It ain't nothin' you can really do but (Yeah, ho)
Stay prayed up, stay Trippy (Back, back, back, yeah)
Back in that mode, the return of the Juice Mane
My life been lit, it's been dope like it's cocaine
Used to have a Mustang, now I got a Mulsanne
Bitches fuckin' for the fame, damn, that's a cold game
Fucked her raw, now you on child support, it's a cold game
Kept it street, he still showed up in court, it's a cold game
Everybody workin' for the feds, it's a cold game
Well said, man, the streets is dead, it's a cold game (Scream, Scream)
Back when dope boys used to ride them box Chevys (Chevys)
He was gettin' 'em in for fifteen like R. Kelly (Damn)
And he came up with his partner from the terrace (Terrace)
He started gettin' that bag, then his partner got jealous (He jealous)
His partner caught a charge for the work and started tellin' (Ooh)
Like if he can't beat the feds, he gon' get out here and help 'em (No way)
It's a scary game, niggas tellin' everything
Used to tattletale when we was kids, some shit don't never change
Thought you was a standup 'til you gave your mans up (What? What?)
He makin' sure all his dogs eat, you fucked the plan up (You fucked the plan up)
Tried to send him to the feds, but they had to drop the case
Found the nigga that was snitchin' face down in a lake (Damn, fah)
Back in that mode, the return of the Juice Mane
My life been lit, it's been dope like it's cocaine
Used to have a Mustang, now I got a Mulsanne
Bitches fuckin' for the fame, damn, that's a cold game
Fucked her raw, now you on child support, it's a cold game
Kept it street, he still showed up in court, it's a cold game
Everybody workin' for the feds, it's a cold game
Well said, man, the streets is dead, it's a cold game
Ayy, ayy, man, this industry like, man (Ayy, ayy)
It's a cold game
Shit crazy, bruh (Big, watch it)
It's a cold game
Bitches stab you in the back, it's a cold game (Man, it's cold, man)
What the— niggas lame, it's a cold—
A cold game, backstabbers (Trippy)
(HOODRICH, ho)
Snitches (Trippy)
No loyalty, just a bunch of cutthroat niggas (Trippy)
It ain't nothin' you can really do but (Yeah, ho)
Stay prayed up, stay Trippy (Back, back, back, yeah)
Back in that mode, the return of the Juice Mane
My life been lit, it's been dope like it's cocaine
Used to have a Mustang, now I got a Mulsanne
Bitches fuckin' for the fame, damn, that's a cold game
Fucked her raw, now you on child support, it's a cold game
Kept it street, he still showed up in court, it's a cold game
Everybody workin' for the feds, it's a cold game
Well said, man, the streets is dead, it's a cold game (Scream, Scream)
Back when dope boys used to ride them box Chevys (Chevys)
He was gettin' 'em in for fifteen like R. Kelly (Damn)
And he came up with his partner from the terrace (Terrace)
He started gettin' that bag, then his partner got jealous (He jealous)
His partner caught a charge for the work and started tellin' (Ooh)
Like if he can't beat the feds, he gon' get out here and help 'em (No way)
It's a scary game, niggas tellin' everything
Used to tattletale when we was kids, some shit don't never change
Thought you was a standup 'til you gave your mans up (What? What?)
He makin' sure all his dogs eat, you fucked the plan up (You fucked the plan up)
Tried to send him to the feds, but they had to drop the case
Found the nigga that was snitchin' face down in a lake (Damn, fah)
Back in that mode, the return of the Juice Mane
My life been lit, it's been dope like it's cocaine
Used to have a Mustang, now I got a Mulsanne
Bitches fuckin' for the fame, damn, that's a cold game
Fucked her raw, now you on child support, it's a cold game
Kept it street, he still showed up in court, it's a cold game
Everybody workin' for the feds, it's a cold game
Well said, man, the streets is dead, it's a cold game
Ayy, ayy, man, this industry like, man (Ayy, ayy)
It's a cold game
Shit crazy, bruh (Big, watch it)
It's a cold game
Bitches stab you in the back, it's a cold game (Man, it's cold, man)
What the— niggas lame, it's a cold—
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Jordan Houston, Tory Major
