Screw Cool

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Oh oh oh oh
Oops oops oops oops oops oops
Uggh

Well it's Keeng Cut I'm right on time
Bout to come fuck it up with some shit on my mind
I was thinkin' something cool for playas on they grind
Or the ladies with they window down tippin' that Pine
Or Cincinnati foreign car or a caddy
Play it like my esé patna in Chevy truck or Navi-
Gator fuck a hater cuz they got too much time on they hand
I'm too cool in my town you can call me a fan
The way I breeze by chokin' on something you not
Tryna make it to the spot without seeing a cop
Break a coppa off smooth when I get in my groove
Thinkin' he gon' pull me over watch the Keeng get loose
Like a 'rari F430 with the F1 tranny
Tryna put Glover in this broad got her callin' me Dannyyyyyy
Real brothas wear rubbers yea that's a fact
In the lane gettin' felatio seat-back-Screw Cool

FnF yae that's Favored n Flavored get you some
NIGGA I'M SCREW COOL SCREW COOL COOL COOL COOL
Gotta be in ya and not on ya uggh

Take a trip to my town come on slide with me
Call me Khampa Trillman or Keeng C-U-T
That's the name that I got waaay back in the gap
When boys used to rock the Malcom X snapback cap
Before they took Bandfields or knocked down Osage
Playas rollin' trues and vogues wasn't thinkin' bout bladez
Pops had the gold lac with the peanut butter guts
Solid gold struts knockin' down sluts
Open-faced golds no princess cuts
Ain't no tellin' how much bread my old man done touched
Remember playas rockin' joggin' suits with fanny packs on waistline
Carphone and beepers nah I ain't waste time
Tryna be like Mike I wannabe like them
Nice car, big home, rockin' Kangol brim
Pinky rang, piece n chain, clothes fresh up out the cleaners
Ima muhfuckin' Jim peep my playa ass demeanor I'M SCREW COOL!

OH, OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD oh
NIGGA I'M SCREW COOL SCREW COOL COOL COOL COOL
Yae

Late night I be tippin' behind the wheel grippin'
Smokin' but I as it sippin' this game'll have you trippin'
I'm flippin' bout to make my last stop for the night
Keepin' my eye on devil's wanna put that stop on my light
The game ain't for everybody and so is the truth
Put the real in they face and watch the game niggas poof
I love all my bros and we stay on our toes
Young kings on the scene and keep a clean nose
We all think the same and we anti lame
Every convo that we have stay flooded with game
I'm blessed and highly favored stay fresh and highly flavored
My clothes is all tailored I keep butter on my tators
I stay away from them fables yea them storybook playas
Wanna wear my playa clothes them niggas is imitaters
Better yet emulaters but never could simulate us
Wanna disintegrate us but in they dreams they couldn't fade us I'm SCREW COOL! Yae



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Writer(s): Keenan Lane
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