​kool lyrics

[Intro]
(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
All these diamonds (Yeah, yeah)
I woke up this morning and put on some pants (all that flee sh*t)

[Chorus]
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I hit that b*tch, I had her just like woohoo (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, that's a player b*tch, you know she keep it kool (She keep it kool)
No, I do not play with b*tches, I just keep it kool (I keep it kool)
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*tch, you know he too bool (Too bool)
When it comes to paper, b*tch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (Beaucoup)
And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' b*tch, I think I could fill up a pool (fill up a pool)
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple (yeah, multiple)
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this (yeah)
Damn, that boy a b*tch, he get popped just like a zit (yeah)
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f*ckin' get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n*gga, now we f*ckin' lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your hoe a money shower, how you lose your b*tch?
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f*ckin' lit
(I'm lit as f*ck)

[Verse]
I come through, b*tch, I pop my sh*t
They ask how long we fly like this
b*tch I’m fly just like a pigeon
Designer drugs, designer sh*t
Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to, b*tch
When I was 15, I had two b*tches
When I was 18, I touched six digits
When slime was 16, he had two pistols
Yeah, now we livin' different (yeah)
Why this band feel like a penny? (yeah)
Man, I swear I hate you n*ggas
Feel like Satan out to get me (Yeah)
I like Number (N)ine and Rick, lil' b*tch, I don’t f*ck with Giuseppe (No way)
ATM conglomerate and you know that we all wealthy (Okay)
[Bridge]
(Aha, is that Kory on the beat?)
Dior on my pants and on my shoes (all on my shoes, n*gga)
Yeah and I’m smoking zaza, what I do (what I do, n*gga)
Yeah, I can’t f*ck that b*tch cause she a swoop (yeah, she a swoop)
And my blood, n*gga, pull up just like whoop (yeah, woo, n*gga)

[Chorus]
And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I hit that b*tch, I had her just like woohoo (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, that's a player b*tch, you know she keep it kool (kool)
No, I do not play with b*tches, I just keep it kool (kool)
And I keep a snake with me, lil' b*tch, you know he too bool (too bool)
When it comes to paper, b*tch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (beaucoop)
And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' b*tch, I think I could fill up a pool (fill up a pool)
And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we having multiple (yeah, multiple)
Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this (yeah)
Damn, that boy a b*tch, he get popped just like a zit (yeah)
Wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I f*ckin' get
We came from quarter pounds and ounces, n*gga, now we f*ckin' lit
You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as sh*t
Think I ain't give your ho a money shower, how you lose your b*tch?
And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so f*ckin' lit
(I'm lit as f*ck)
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Brand new Rick (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Can't wait to smoke in this (Dior on my shoes)