2 Cool lyrics

Yee Yee

[Chorus - Robb Bank$]
Yeah n*gga too cool
Bankroll rubber ooh
In and out the picture on a b*tch Blues Clues
I can't even sit here with your b*tch Regina who?
Yeah mean girl ride up on that di*k like who's who
Yuh
Benz Rover Tesla chauffer
She from Cali-fornia
Eat at Boss Nobu
b*tch I'm high up off this perc
Why you crying on my shoulder
b*tch you ain't boss your life up yet
You ain't no 430 soldier
Ballers, hold your Rollie high when you thugging
It's all love
Tell your b*tch to make herself at home
It's on us
Everyday I get up on my grind and count up
Don't baller block us
Handle mine like a thug

[Verse 1 - Tony Shhnow]
Imma go out shooting just like Tony
I can't go like Mitch
Tеn on my wrist
Fifty on my b*tch
Off-white on the brick
Tony stand on business you gon' sit
I'm trapping with my wrist
And I'm punching tickеts Will Smith
Three hundred on this zip
I got thirty for a grip
She wanna see me when I'm coming
So I nutting on her chin
She spent twenty on her teets
Icey tone on my fits
I trap wigs in the pits
I spend five for her wigs
[Verse 2 - Robb Bank$]
Aye, Aye
N***a pus*y yea he cried every time I f*cked his b*tch
Blue faces all around me like my front tooth missing
I got one hundred, one hundred rounds in this clip
Side b*tch rub her Chris' together and don't shave her pits

[Chorus - Robb Bank$]
Yeah n***a too cool
Bankroll rubber ooh
In and out the picture on a b*tch Blues Clues
I can't even sit here with your b*tch Regina who?
Yeah mean girl ride up on that di*k like who's who
Yuh
Benz Rover Tesla chauffer
She from Cali-fornia
Eat at Boss Nobu
b*tch I'm high up off this perc
Why you crying on my shoulder
b*tch you ain't boss your life up yet
You ain't no 430 soldier
Ballers, hold your Rollie high when you thugging
It's all love
Tell your b*tch to make herself at home
It's on us
Everyday I get up on my grind and count up
Don't baller block us
Handle mine like a thug
[Outro - Robb Bank$]
Ballers, hold your Rollie high when you thugging
It's all love
Tell your b*tch to make herself at home
It's on us
Everyday I get up on my grind and count up
Don't baller block us
Handle mine like a thug