Cold Day In Hell - Intellectual

[Intro]

Clear the street

Pick your feet up

(Yung Dza)

Cold day in hell, a nigga play and get off with some shit

Thirty guns a night, exotic shit, I wake up pickin' blicks

Six switch in the back, five niggas ski'd up tryna strip the whip

Google Map to heaven gates, tryna locate where we sendin' shit

Ain't tryna box, blow the Drac', that's a hook, hit chin and lip

Fisk' super fast, might drive us back in time, I ride with many men

Huncho and I filled up, poured the 83, do a drill, shoot 66

You play in the Nissan, them the type of whips I put my bitches in

Don't let me catch you down bad with that ho and it's an instant kill

Nigga, look, fully R killed Goliath

They bounce through cars, bullets be bitin', I hang with them spiders

Dog the Q70 down 270, we do shit triflin'

What you know 'bout takin' road trips hella far and them all-nighters?

Tappers, really have Lil Trav pull beside you

If I let the Drac' roar out the sunroof, it sound like a lion

Bring the Ram truck, bumper cover, jump curbs, start collidin'

Love chasin' whips, we workin' buttons, flew into a divider

Caucasian bitch left her shit runnin', her plate say Nevada

If I say I'll do the knock-knock, just go get me some Pradas

You work the clock, make your time stop, the four-inch or the Whopper