Hook:
Cold heart, I don’t need no love, just blue strips
Say she miss me—nah, baby, miss me with that mood shift
Ice on my wrist, I could build a whole toolkit
Bash don’t chase, I replace, now she too sick
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Verse 1:
What it do, bitch? Say you love me? I don’t wanna hear that bullshit
Put it in your mouth like a motherfuckin’ toothpick
Heart so froze, I could ice out a toolkit
Talkin’ ’bout feelings? Baby, miss me with that mood shift
I been on some rude shit, money be my true chick
She just want the fame, I ain’t fallin’ for no loose lips
Diamonds dancin’ bloody, got my wrist lookin’ too sick
I don’t double back, once you lose me, that’s a huge miss
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Verse 2:
I’m the type to ghost quick, ride off with a full clip
Loyal to the game, not a hoe with a loose grip
Shorty had me twisted—thought I’d fold? That’s a cruel myth
Now she in my phone cryin’ tears on that “you” shit
Back up in my bag, got her friends tryna do flips
Heard I got that pressure, now they fiendin’ for the cool drip
I don’t even brag, I just flex when the mood hit
Only L’s I take is the ones in my toolkit
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Verse 3 (faster):
Fast lane bashin’, I ain’t waitin’ on no callback
Chopper got a kick, but my patience got no drawback
Used to be down, now I’m bossin’ where the top at
Treat her like a song—when it’s over, I don’t drop back
Big Bash pop back, heat like a hot track
Say she need closure? Told her “Google where your pops at”
Only get colder, frostbite when I talk facts
You was just a phase—now I’m chillin’ where the opps at
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Verse 4:
Hunnid round moves, I don’t pause, I just level
Ice in my veins, turn the pain into metal
She was throwin’ shade, now she dance to the treble
I be in my lane, I don’t race with no pebble
Gas in my chest like a Hellcat pedal
Left her on read, now she prayin’ I settle
I don’t do stress, I just pour then I let go
Got her in her feels, now she cry to my echo
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Verse 5 (double-time):
Run it like a check, I ain’t never need a handout
Thought you had me boxed, now you see how I stand out
Bash too cold, every track gettin’ fanned out
Whole team eatin’, I ain’t never seen a man drought
Thuggin’ in my sleep, whole dream got a plan route
She just want clout, now she ghost when I pan out
Stay with the grip, every threat gettin’ scanned out
Toolkit ready—don’t trip, this the last round
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Outro:
Toolkit loaded, heart still coated
I don’t feel pain, baby, I just wrote it
Played my role, now the script unfolded
Love turned to ash—yeah, Big Bash colded