The Joint Committee - Colder Days (feat. Squay) lyrics

--I'm just sitting on my porch for a minute smoking this blunt just thinkin', all these j's running around here on Bouldercrest in front of my house, if I could just take got damn half the market share...-- [Chorus: Squay] Strap out the streets, that's a throwaway You know the police comin', put the blow away I done seen colder days, yeah I done seen colder days My wrist outside, that's a cold day And if I k** the witness that's a cold case Yeah I done seen some cold days, yeah I done seen some cold days [Verse 1: Squay] You know I'm strapped like velcro In the mile high club, you still in the exit row Kickin' b**hes off the plane 'cause my money grown And I work 6 juggs like I had a clone I could show you how to cook it like a cooking show I can't whip you eggs but I could whip a brick of blow Pull up with my mixtape and sell it at your show Got 'em paying attention like I'm calling roll And I ain't got sh** to prove All I see you got is a b**h to lose Chicks in twos, I be on the news For stuffing dirty M's in a box of shoes Top back straight cruisin' Pay attention, I can show you why you losin' Two tons of gas, that's a lot, I can move it And I don't bust back 'cause we pull up shootin' [Chorus] [Verse 2: Squay] 70 somethin' birds in the Louis bag I hear a knock, I'm like who is that? I don't wanna play games with these motherf**ers You gone be another stain on these motherf**ers Got the game on lock Got them d**, put your brain on pop f**in' on your girl and I'm all in her gut And she eat the dick up like she hungry as f** Ooh that's nasty, better you than me in the casket I got that gas, blowin gaskets Smoke you like a blunt then I ash it I'll show you my a** if you kiss it, I'm a sour pack critic Got a trap line, and a personal, and I'm 'bout to cop one for the b**hes [Chorus]