The Bool lyrics

[Intro]
Hmm, rest in peace Block, free Sunny
Rest in peace Whites
Mhm, what's up boy-boy?
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the— (Ayy, JB, why they mad?)
Huh, what's up, Nuk? Draky beams
Skub
What's up, Smokey the Boss?
Welcome home, Smy-dy
It's the Eastside, ain't it?

[Chorus]
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank, I'ma blame it on mud
Ho feelin' euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs (Nah)
b*tch can't get no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that (What else?)
Tell that ho f*ck one of my n*ggas, but this ain't Baby Money (Nah)
I won't get her body done for sh*t 'cause I don't pay for pus*y
Long live Grams, Lil Tay B, know I go brazy for 'em, huh
Skuba Steve off in that water, had the Navy worried (Hold up)

[Verse]
Huh, n*ggas tryna ride my wave
It's a green light for them Cuban links, Wop gon' do a stain
I know n*ggas want a truce with me 'cause I'ma smoke they favorites
Anytime I catch them n*ggas outside actin' like they dangerous
Now listen (What time it is?)
(Who I'm is? Binko)
Let me holler at dog
I only got love for the n*ggas with me (Okay)
I know that they'll up they guns on them n*ggas, we (Okay)
Huh, b*tch, we go home the way we came, you see the bigger picture
Huh, we got sh*t to live for, huh, leave your top open like a fifth of liquor (Damn)
Hmm, this sh*t settle like Henny
f*ck the way we wanted to be, we ain't the set-up types, huh (Mmm-mmm)
Looked a n*gga in his eye, tell him he gon' die tonight
I'll pull up all red with his b*tch like I'm a fire hydrant
And the smoke like firefighters
b*tch, I think I'm David Ruffin with a Draco (I mean it)
b*tch, I'll sing to your b*tch and shoot your face up (I will)
b*tch, Baby Man with me, where your sister at? (Huh)
b*tch, Bean Bean with me, where your mama 'nem?
b*tch, Ham want some pus*y, where your grandma 'nem?
b*tch, Mark want some pus*y, but don't tell his baby mama, she might do somethin' to him
Then I'ma have to kill her and go raise my n*gga children
Moral of the story, I'm with murderers and n*ggas who be freakin' all the hoochies
Smashin' sh*t before I was rich, it ain't even 'bout the Gucci (Nah)
In them Timberlands, I go Missy Eliot on that coochie (Beep, beep)
Who got the keys to my ride? I ain't drive sh*t
2K for this Wockhardt with a live b*tch
Free Rick, free my baby Jig, what's up Five-Six?
One of my gang members liable to pull up with five sticks
I've been the truth before Paul Pierce and I ain't lied since
I'm an ape, not no goldfish, that's why we ride tints
Get a b*tch named Angel on demon time, showed her nine tricks (What else?)
Huh, do some special sh*t for me 'cause I ain't normal
I clutch the blick when n*ggas steppin' close to me 'cause I ain't cordial (What else?)
Get to drippin' from my head to toes and feet, record the board
Huh, we might drop them n*ggas 'cross the street, blame it on boredom
She had her tongue out soon as she turned twenty-three, blame it on Jordan (Damn)
That n*gga died durin' combat, tried to tell him he was mortal
Huh, told him he can't come back, this real life, ain't no portals (Damn)
No, this not Rick and Morty, throw bullets like Blake Bortles (Hmm)
Huh, you be fakin' 'bout your game like Blake Griffin
Around us, you a lame, but turn up 'round them n*ggas
Hmm, weird, huh, thought he was an introvert
Really we just had that n*gga shook 'cause we put in work (What else?)
Huh, got a forty-inch vert on that bop stick, yeah
That b*tch'll go up top so it can drop sh*t
Hmm, who I'm is? (Binko), Binko (Yeah), hold up
I ain't got no friends with me (Nah)
I relate to every last one of my mans with me (On 5 'nem)
Huh, this the family
Damn right, huh, Booty Boom and Bandman my scammer (What else?)
Damn right, huh, Chapo and 31'll put them bands up
Huh, damn right, huh, Lee, Lil' Jay, and Los gon' put they hands up (What else?)
Vic Damone, got free smoke for any n*gga that ain't never had none' (Uh)
Huh, couple loose racks in twenties, rubber band it up (Rubber band it up)
Huh, geeked as f*ck, mobbin' in my bity, b*tch, this our sh*t (n*gga)
(Run this b*tch, n*gga B-troit, n*gga, n*gga, this ours, n*gga)
Big Squad, hmm (Talk)
Huh, been ready to rock out, n*gga, huh
I know Petty and them gon' pop out, n*gga, huh
We be on that sh*t they not 'bout, huh, n*gga
We set a screen, it's a knockdown, huh, n*gga
Huh, that FN'll make him eurostep (n*gga)
Huh, but I got Steez and B-Rich sittin' in the paint, what he gon' do with that? Huh (n*gga)
It go KD, it go Big Wayne, it go Day-Bo (n*gga)
On some sh*t that have a n*gga dancin' stupid, look like Faybo (n*gga)
Huh, we shoot wherever we at, the AR GoPro (n*gga)
Got tied of scorin' thirty in the hood, I had to go pro (n*gga)
Huh, all the old women love me 'cause I'm him, not them
Matter fact, all the women love me 'cause I give 'em that there
Huh, boomin' at the spot with the cameras on in a random pair of room (Shh)
Her n*gga tryna slide down our block, he gon' lose a random pair of limbs (What else?)
Huh, we be too illegal for a boat ride (Hmm)
Act like the coastguard was watchin' us the whole time (No kizzy)
'Member with some Wockhardt, two 'bows, 'bout four 9s
Huh, ready for the trap or a gun fight 'cause it could go down
No motherf*cker matter to where you at
Huh, me gorilla, I ain't never been no scary cat (Nah)
When we leave the scene, it's routine, here come the paramedics
Huh, if I was seen with your Billie Jean, bet she was bare-naked
[Chorus]
Huh, if I crash the foreign off the drank, I'ma blame it on mud
Ho feelin' euphoric 'round gang, she blamed it on drugs
Huh, I'm important and famous, I don't give out hugs
b*tch can't get no makeup on my Bape tee, I'm too bool for that
Tell that ho f*ck one of my n*ggas, but this ain't Baby Money
I won't get her body done for sh*t 'cause I don't pay for pus*y
Long live Grams, Lil Tay B, know I go brazy for 'em, huh (Nah)
Skuba Steve off in that water, had the Navy worried (What else?)