I'm Cool

Right
Let's talk

All of my life been dealing with people that's fake
Asking god why am I here
Only one strike is really what all it will take
For it to go up over here

Only one night and we ain't even go on a date
But she let me hit from the rear

I'm feeling tight, cuz I already know what they say
You dumb if you think I don't hear

You dumb it you think I don't hear

Niggas is snakes, then I cut em off
Bitches is fake, they the worst of all
Bitches they talk, I don't talk at all
I'll send some bitches that set it off
Make the first move, and I'll make the call
Whores? man a few, I done hitted raw
Trippin' I know, rubbers make me soft
If I can't feel the pussy it's coming off
I'ma vet, not a rookie I've seen it all
Got my tech in my hoodie it's Nike dawg

When I go to the mall, don't care what it cost
If I like it, I buy it, I want it all
On the strip, giving dimes like Lamelo ball
Even sold to my cousin man damn I'm drawn

Foreal
Damn I'm drawn

I had to put down the weed you know THC
Cuz shit I was tripping to much
Always been bagging up tree
I got what you need
Just say what you want we'll link up

Thought about picking up lean
But that wasn't me
I'm already sipping to much

Henny and casa on me, even whiskey
The don, azul, what's up

I know she fucked the whole team
But now she want me
It's cool, I'm down let's fuck

She tried to settle with me
I told the bitch please
If brodie done fucked can't cuff

Remember I first copped P like damn this all me
Thinking this more than enough

It was

Fuck it I'm cool off the fake shit
Fuck it I'm cool off the snake shit
Fake energy I can't take it

Niggas be plotting they hating
Bitches be frauding they bating

Hope I don't lose motivation

Fuck it I'm cool of the

Fuck it I'm cool off the snakes
Fuck it I'm cool off the fakes
Fuck it I'm cool of the Jake's

Only so much I can take

Cool off the honda's, need wraiths

So me and the homies can race

I'm getting tired of dick riders
Don't get along with no outsiders

Won't talk when you see me like lyft drivers
You say I'm not hot, you a damn liar
Ask Brandon about me I been fire

I'll be the goat when I retire
She gimme throat till the kid tired
She don't want smoke if I'm behind her

Not cuffing these bitches they been sliders
Bitches wore out like some used tires
Not in the some class I'm a grade higher
In other words you gotta aim higher

Niggas won't buy I'll get new buyers
Hustle inside me don't get expired
Every time kur drop I get inspired
Gotta go harder I'm on the wire

Shit I be tripping I'm

Fuck it I'm cool off the fake shit
Fuck it I'm cool off the snake shit
Fake energy I can't take it

Niggas be plotting they hating
Bitches be frauding they bating

Hope I don't lose motivation

Fuck it I'm cool of the

Fuck it I'm cool off the snakes
Fuck it I'm cool off the fakes
Fuck it I'm cool of the Jake's

Only so much I can take
Cool off the honda's, need wraiths

So me and the homies can race

I'm getting tired of



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Writer(s): Kilo Leel
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