Street Cold Roll by. AG-Gusto feat. Showoff

Chorus

Get ya muthafuckin roll on

Nothin in my pocket but a knot, did it so strong

Street cold, spotlight like a stove on

If you ain't wit me, bitch you so wrong

Post-Chorus

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Verse 2

I pop out in all black, you ain't big, you just act

Every dollar in my stash dirty, never kept it intact

Blicky in the front seat, fuck a seatbelt strap

If you hatin from the sidewalk, I could teach you how to trap

Spent a bag on my fit, left the tags on ten

Still swervin with a frown, never needed no friends

Bad attitude, short fuse, gold teeth when I grin

Rubber bands breakin, no sleep, countin ends

Pre-Chorus

Ain't nobody got the moves how I move in the zone

Hustlin after dark, can't hit my phone

Block hot, but I'm cold, they can't mimic my tone

Now I ride widebody, claimin shit I own

Chorus

Get ya muthafuckin roll on

Nothin in my pocket but a knot, did it so strong

Street cold, spotlight like a stove on

If you ain't wit me, bitch you so wrong

Post-Chorus

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Verse 3

Pulled up on Six Mile, two phones and a scheme

If they talkin bout a flip, then I answer with a beam

Put my granny in a crib, hundred bands by the screen

Ain’t no luck in my veins, every dollar come mean

Broke boys eat crumbs, I just double my take

Take a risk every night, ain't no room for a fake

Keep a thirty in the car, ain't no tuckin my plate

Never askin for a pass, break the lock on the gate

Pre-Chorus

Ain’t nobody got the grind, how I get mine alone

City love me for the flex, dog I built my throne

Spark a swisher when I win, bet they heard the tone

Made a legend out the cold, go and carve my stone

Chorus

Get ya muthafuckin roll on

Nothin in my pocket but a knot, did it so strong

Street cold, spotlight like a stove on

If you ain’t wit me, bitch you so wrong

Post-Chorus

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Verse 4: Atlanta

Came down from the South, gold grill in my mouth

Every time we link up, cash floodin the route

We got sticks in the ride, both cities in the count

Let a hater talk slick, leave his chain in a drought

Spin the block in a Charger, pop the trunk on the foes

We connected for that bag, trade lines to the O

Stay flexed, iced grill, gave the plug my word

Shut the city down twice, every rumor gets heard

Duet Pre-Chorus

Ain’t nobody out the mud like Detroit and the A

Heavy hitters in the cut, we don’t care what they say

Every wrist got a roll, every risk gettin paid

In the trap cross-city, watch us both get laid

Chorus

Get ya muthafuckin roll on

Nothin in my pocket but a knot, did it so strong

Street cold, spotlight like a stove on

If you ain't wit me, bitch you so wrong

Post-Chorus

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Verse 5

Bussin out the backseat, wrist heavy, ice gleam

Pocket full of blue faces, dirty money, no clean

Both coasts on the map, shed the work with my team

Bring the heat to your set, turn your dream to a meme

Street legend, my intentions stay rough with the talk

Every night a new hustle, I ain't missed when I stalk

Turn a threat to a check, drop a bag, kill the chalk

Ain't a lane I ain't ran, they just bark, I walk

Duet Chorus

Get ya muthafuckin roll on

Bar for bar, line for line, did it so strong

Link the D to the A, keep the gold on

If you hatin from afar, you can go home

Post-Chorus

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain

Let it bang, let it bang

Stack it up, let it rain