It's Cool

Aye its cools, thats a bet, when you left I met a check
You hear the news, we up next, roll the gas call the press
These bitches drool, mouth wet, cause im fly private jet (im up)
And The hicky left a bruise so i put ice on my neck (froze up)

I got ice on my neck, work to hard cant take it from me (gah)
Bear gone blow in a sec, turn a thief to some bologna (grrrah)
Say Get low its a tec, he gone burn ya leave ya holey (what)
Im a pro with the sex, fuck her like she stolen from me (her guts)
Aye No car its a wreck, I done dug all in ha tummy (breath in)
Feel like two tone patek, knew that you was watching dummy (I peeped that)
Aye The crew want respect, we laugh last, is it funny (breath in)
Jam Shine like baguettes, starting to feel like i got sunny (Jam)

Aye its cools, that's a bet, when you left i a check
You hear the news, we up next, roll the gas call the press
These bitches drool, mouth wet, cause im fly private jet (im up)
And The hicky left a bruise so i put ice on my neck (froze up)

She a pro with the neck, break her back its some bread (whet)
Baddie gimme head, rock a bye the ho to bed (head)
Crack her like a egg, but i cant cuff her like a fed (no)
Listen what i said, i'm too bumping gimme cred (Ho)
I'm in wonderland, i just got done with some red mud
Homie you a bed bug, i fuck ha and you love her (yep)
I cut her like some butter, but you took her to yo mother (they met)
Walking with my brother, took ya ho with little effort (i took dat)

Aye its cools, that's a bet, when you left i a check
You hear the news, im up next, roll the gas call the press
These bitches drool, mouth wet, cause im fly private jet (im up)
And The hicky left a bruise so i put ice on my neck (froze up)

If the cops pull up I put my dope up
Muddy cup pours some act inside my soda
Slow it up trenda cuh im bout to roll up
Good thrax in my blunt lift my soul up

If the cops pull up i put my dope up
Muddy cup pours some act inside my soda
Slow it up trenda cuh I'm bout to roll up
Good thrax in my blunt lift my soul up

Don't throwup, eat my fruitroll up
Get dicked then kicked she don't get no love (Bitch)
My hoes up, i got my dough up (ho)
I'm lit like a wick I cut the stove up

Aye its cools, that's a bet, when you left I met a check
You hear the news, we up next, roll the gas call the press
These bitches drool, mouth wet, cause im fly private jet (im up)
And The hicky left a bruise so i put ice on my neck (froze up)



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Lockett
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