Heart Cold Lyrics – Kodak Black

[Intro]
(Yo, Really This S*it Crazy)
Huuuuh
(Ayo Luke)

[Hook]
Heart cold, wrist froze
And I’m sliding with that pole
Fifty racks on me
They know I ain’t got no fu*king soul

And I ain’t friendly

Tell me how I’m posed to love these hoes?
Feelings dead, I walk alone
Popping percs I’m on a roll

[Verse 1]
I got freak b!tches
Real street b!tches
I been deep in this
I do street business

Realest from the jump
Kodak really chosen
Yea that kid golden
I got too much motion

And I be rolling
I be pistol toting
Streets cold, issa jungle
Better keep that totem

And I ride this foreign
Think this s*it stolen
All these n!ggas want my spot
Ain’t got the same devotion

Keep these n!ggas out of my face cuz I ain’t friendly
Any n!gga on my way, he gon’ really fu*king get it
And I just stashed my cash behind the building
Take my money make it baby, save it all for my children

I just roll s*it out and keep livin
Ever since I was a baby I was really on a mission
When they (??) I seen Tristan
Don’t want baby mama drama, cuz these hoes never listen

[Hook]
Heart cold, wrist froze
And I’m sliding with that pole
Fifty racks on me
They know I ain’t got no fu*king soul

And I ain’t friendly
Tell me how I’m posed to love these hoes?
Feelings dead, I walk alone
Popping percs I’m on a roll

[Verse 2]
Me myself and I, by my lonely
I ain’t never scared to die cuz I got a pistol on me
If I go spin and Jackboy pullin on me
I won’t even break no code, cuz that n!gga was my homie

Why this hoe keep callin I’ma block her
Said she wanna kick it sorry, I ain’t into playing soccer
I keep that nine on me, Serge Ibaka
It done really broke my heart seeing day ones on that Flocka

Pull up in a Lac’ tinted like I’m creepin
Everybody strapped, ain’t nobody sleepin
Racks in a duffle, what I spend this weekend?
Praying for my dawgs I hope they beat them demons

B!tch don’t pull up on me tryna sip
Bet I know she love on bro, so she know she gotta dip, yeah
I’m a zoe boy, she like that s*it
Follow protocol, really been like this since I was a jit, yeah

[Hook]
Heart cold, wrist froze
And I’m sliding with that pole
Fifty racks on me
They know I ain’t got no fu*king soul

And I ain’t friendly
Tell me how I’m posed to love these hoes?
Feelings dead, I walk alone
Popping percs I’m on a roll