​​bool lyrics

[Intro: Slump6s]
(Fft)
(Skrrt)
Yeah

[Chorus: Slump6s]
Bih' wan' put my name on
Shoot sh*t, just like Dame, uh-huh
Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you
(Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you)

[Verse 1: Slump6s]
This hoe in her mood
b*tch, gon' take her to Cancún, yeah
b*tch came in my room, b*tch give slop, yeah, sh*t was cool, yeah
Live my life so bool, I get higher than altitude, yeah
b*tch bring yo friend too, f*ck I look like following some rules? Yeah
b*tch, I flex like, oh yeah
Racks, just hit, like (Racks, just hit, like)
b*tch, I diss at you, yeah
I can't slip, I got this b*tch on me, man, watch how you move, yeah
Who that at your door? Yeah, b*tch that me, sh*t look like bool, yeah
Yeah, yeah, count them racks up, know that's mе, saw your lil' hoe choosin’

[Verse 2: che]
FN on some fool, yeah
This somе Hi-Tech, not no booze, yeah
This Startech on my shoes, yeah
Jugg your sh*t, and f*ck your boo', yeah
All my n*ggas own Prada shoes, yeah
Suck di*k, yeah, that's your whore
It's a rifle in my cooler
And make my main hoe, meet my new one, yeah
Them bullets won't stop, yeah
And all of my sh*t off the stock, yeah, yeah
This Margiela, mix with some Croc (Bow, bow)
I shoot at that n*gga, ha-cha (Shoot)
He flexing that money, get robbed
Huh, Draco, Draco, walk in the spot
My money, mega, mega, yeah it's a lot
He gone, hella', hella', yeah, you gon' drop
[Verse 3: Slump6s]
Yeah, twin just hit me, said he opened up the shop, yeah
b*tch, I clear your drop, turn your ass s-, let me not, yeah
I got out of school, and then I got straight to this guap, yeah
b*tch, I tote that FN five-seven, sh*t done clear your block, yeah
Watch it get messy
f*ck that lil' b*tch, so disrespectful
Top floor sh*t, I feel like Jessie
b*tch, I don't talk, [?]
Pockets on Crip, don't represent them
OnlyFans b*tch, give me percentage
I want the green, b*tch, I want lettuce
Goin’ at him

[Verse 4: che]
Just like some lettuce, b*tch you not [?]
Pass me stick, I'm multiplayer
I'm in this b*tch, she tie her hair up
G-G-G Shock on wrist, g-g-get off my di*k
Tickle her pus*y, then, see you later
Them n*ggas, so b*tch made, yeah, you a baiter
Them bullets go criss, cross, boy keep your head up
These [?] my, [?]
Your b*tch on my wrist, uh, playin' in my hair
She play with the lights off, she want the lights off
No, I don't mind and, no I don't care, yeah
Make one hundred plays, [?], b*tch
All of this sh*t I do rare, hoe
Say, "Oh my God", need a prayer, yeah (Grr)
Cut a b*tch off, Demon Slayer, yeah (Brr)
b*tch, you better not meet your maker, yeah
I just bool in Jamaica, yeah, own a couple in Jamaica, yeah (Guap, guap)
[Chorus: Slump6s]
Bih' wan’ put my name on
Shoot sh*t, just like Dame, uh-huh
Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain you
(Like, fah, fah, this gon' rain on you)