Gucci Mane Releases “Cold” Featuring B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It with Music Video

Gucci Mane drops the music video for the new “Cold” track featuring B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It. The piece of music was produced by Mike WiLL Made-It. Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy the song.

Gucci Mane has swiftly followed up the release of his recent album, “Breath of Fresh Air,” with a new single titled “Cold.” The track features B.G. and is produced by Mike WiLL Made-It. The music video for “Cold” is also available.

Gucci Mane Cold

The collaboration is notable as it marks the first time Gucci Mane has worked with B.G. The song reflects on shared experiences, particularly the challenges and freedom associated with serving time behind bars. Both Gucci Mane and B.G. have faced legal issues in the past, making the theme of liberation and celebration of freedom resonate in their verses.

Mike WiLL Made-It, a frequent collaborator with Gucci Mane, provides a signature trap beat that complements the rappers’ styles. The production adds to the overall energetic and dynamic vibe of the track. The release of “Cold” follows Gucci Mane’s recent album, maintaining the momentum of his music output.

Fans can listen to “Cold” on various streaming platforms and watch the accompanying music video, which enhances the visual storytelling of the song.

Gucci Mane – Cold (ft. B.G. & Mike WiLL Made-It) (prod. Mike WiLL Made-It)

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17 November 2023
1 Song, 2 minutes
℗ 2023 1017 Global Music, LLC and Atlantic Recording Corporation

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Lyrics

[Intro]
(Mike WiLL Made-It)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Thinking ’bout them cold nights (Cold), sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (Damn)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (Yeah)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I don’t need no wishing well, I’ma buy my bitch Chanel
Keep it real, she paid the bail, kept it player, no kiss and tell
Shout out to the cartel, fuck the opps, they called twelve
I been trapping since twelve, selling nicks and bricks and bales
Narcotics and plenty sales, glass bowls and pocket scales (Skrrt)
Burglar bars and cameras before my life was glamorous (Huh)
I shine like a camera (Shine), I kicked all the amateurs
556’s damage ya (Hot), we don’t tote no Derringer (Hot)
Go check the thermometer (Hot), we bloodied the furniture
We hit at his momma house, I heard it woke his momma up (Mom)
I’ma keep the chopper tucked, run up if you think you tough (Cha-cha)
Playing with all that funny stuff, they found his body in the bluff (Ha)
Poker face, we never bluff
Play with them, don’t play with us (Nah)
We got toys like Toys R Us, the chop’s so long it’s folding up
Where my boys? They rolling up
They look young, they old enough
Hell no, they ain’t old as us
But try us, they gon’ spray your bus (Grah)

[Chorus: Gucci Mane & B.G.]
Thinking ’bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (Yeah)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (What’s up, Wop?)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell
(Look, look, look)

[Verse 2: B.G.]
Bounced out of the B.O.P., still toting that stick on me (I got it)
All these hoes tryna fuck (What?), I ain’t giving no dick for free (At all)
All these people want a show (What?), need that bag C.O.D. (I need it)
All these lil’ slick posts, say that shit to me in the streets
Smashed all my old beef, smashed out my old teeth
One by one I’m coming to collect from everybody that owe me (Everybody)
Real killers, they know me (They know), real street niggas mold me
Better be able to see your hands you ever try to approach me (Let me see, nigga)
Feds got me burnt out, still a little institutionalized (Damn)
Nigga, that shit was real, seen niggas stabbed to death right before my eyes
B-Gizzle and Gucci Mane, you know this shit gon’ ride
Free [?] fed niggas might start a riot

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Thinking ’bout them cold nights, sleeping in that cold cell (If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga)
Eating nothin’ but cold food, they let me out that cold jail (They can’t kick ’em up, nigga)
Soon as I touched down I had to give them folks hell (If it’s up, it’s stuck, nigga)
Took off all them jail clothes, showered off that jail smell (They can’t kick ’em up, nigga)

[Outro: Gucci Mane & B.G.]
Mike Will, B-Gizzle, Gucci Mane
This what the streets wanted to hear
This shit too real