Fuse
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
I feel like a king pin, Ivy Doom
Coming to you live with the gang and that's the truth
Addy in my system, so I'm smoking him and you
Came up out the tomb breathing nothing but these fumes
I don't know you pussies boys, I'm picky, just the crew
If they want the smoke got my collection, they can choose
Rocking Smith & wesson fuck designer shit don't boom
Pull up with dead prezzes or a mortar to make do
CROOKED in the cut, with some diamond pinky rings
Jacking my suppressor cus' your bitch like how it ding
I got under armor but it ain't the shit you think
Still got knee high socks, cuz they filled with multi things
All these birdies love me, ha
Look at how they sing
Gotta carry towels cuz I'm dripping of my wings
He swear that gang then we gonna get him pinned
Ain't hopping on shit, unless I'm hearing that ka-ching bitch
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
I feel like a king pin, Ivy Doom
Coming to you live with the gang and that's the truth
Addy in my system, so I'm smoking him and you
Came up out the tomb breathing nothing but these fumes
I don't know you pussies boys, I'm picky, just the crew
If they want the smoke got my collection, they can choose
Rocking Smith & wesson fuck designer shit don't boom
Pull up with dead prezzes or a mortar to make do
CROOKED in the cut, with some diamond pinky rings
Jacking my suppressor cus' your bitch like how it ding
I got under armor but it ain't the shit you think
Still got knee high socks, cuz they filled with multi things
All these birdies love me, ha
Look at how they sing
Gotta carry towels cuz I'm dripping of my wings
He swear that gang then we gonna get him pinned
Ain't hopping on shit, unless I'm hearing that ka-ching bitch
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Still don't need em' racks, but I can't leave em for you (Huh)
Ooo
Can't ride witcha' I'm too cool
Hunnit in the drum and I got it in the coupe, in the booth
I don't know nobody just this dude
Credits
Writer(s): Ivy Doom
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