Coolin lyrics

[Intro]
(Go away 6houl)
Damn, damn

[Verse]
Hop on that b*tch and I get to trippin'
I ain't Kodak Black, but I got tunnel vision
Her pus*y loose, it got tunnel vision
Speak on my brothers, please don't end up missin'
I'm with the sh*ts, so who the f*ck you dissin'?
My n*ggas not with me for nun
This glizzy not with us for nun
No Taser, hollow tips leave you stunned
Fifty bands jugg, this ain't no pun
Some of y'all needa stop rapping, y'all had a good run
He bought a hi point thinkin' it was a good gun
Two cups with the Sprite, that's that good fun
You call me broke? Haha, good one
DistroKid n*gga, that's them good funds
I need food made a hood run
With my Jamaican shooter, and it's good man
Don't bother me cause I be coolin'
Cook a n*gga, yeah, the food done
She looked at me and she just droolin'
[?] make plays n*gga, off that Samsung
You never seen a pound but you wanna move onе
Just call me, n*gga, let's get thе move gone
Like the eighties make your ass get your groove on
I'm done with the sex, baby put your shoes on
I'm a loose screw gotta put my fuse on
The choppa it fold you up like a futon
Oh, you be hatin' on me you a moron
She know I'm that n*gga I'm the one she choose on
She love me she don't wanna move on
I shoot with my nephew, put Dr. Seuss on
The way I'm sippin' this cough syrup
You would think i'm finna sip a soup on
These n*ggas got fake demeanors
Two cups shawty I'm a leaner
If I'm mean then my brother meaner
She a bad b*tch damn you seen her?
For that exotic I'm a fiend man
She ain't that bag, left the hoe on seen man
Like a bald head I get clean man
Don't pass that Tunechi to me man
She a thot yeah she for the sea, man
D.O.A. run up on the cement
Now his brains all up on the cement
It feels so bad, for whoever gon' clean it
Feel like Ballout, cause I'm leanin'
[?] Sprites, n*gga I be leanin'
And I'm shootin' sh*t like I'm Phoenix
[?] and I'm a Cleenex
Dropped outta school, I'm Phineas
Can't f*ck with your b*tch she hideous
Draco yeah I'm feelin' it
I walked down with that mini-sh*t
We walked down with a semi b*tch (b*tch)
Multiple got plenty b*tch
In a foreign, don't hit me, b*tch
Vroom-vroom, yeah you hear that sh*t
And don't act like you can't
Fans see me, they faint
f*ck the image, that 12 tryna paint
n*gga try me, First 48
Sippin' purple, I think I'm a saint
Still tryna be sum you ain't
You ain't with us why you act like you gang?
You want smoke, that sh*t dead like remains
BeezyB, yeah, remember that name
Oh, who is that? He just part of the gang
But soon enough, you'll be part of the gang
She can't even cook, but she want a ring, like
Hell naw, like that one pastor said, "hell naw"!
b*tch broke, so she better get a job
I'm a rapper b*tch, I can't go out like y'all
Bullets burnin' like some alcohol
VVS look like alkaline
Third time that I broke that b*tch spine
I ain't payin' a hospital bill this time
Sippin' on this D'Ussé right now
For right now I can get a five hundred a line
That sh*t expensive, I ain't gon' lie
This sh*t ain't sealed and I won't buy it
High as a kite, lil n*gga, I be kitin'
Lean got me like a turtle, but I'm not a mutant
Glock 40 and that b*tch be shootin'
This sh*t ain't Nike, don't make me do it
Like I'm Will Smith, I might lose it
Got water on my neck, yeah, that sh*t be cruisin'
And I know that there's violence on my music
But deep down n*gga, I just be coolin'
Whole time n*gga I just be coolin'
I know you the police don't play stupid
Whole time n*gga I just be coolin'
There's money on my mind 'cause that's what I'm doin'
If I'm by myself then you doo-med
Badass b*tch, shoot her like a [?]
When I'm with BeezyB, he be boolin'
Whole time n*gga, I just be coolin'