Yeah, Cool, Whatever

Rrrrrrng
Damn my blunt went out

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
214

Yeah yeah
Bring out the packs
I got the mac in the back
I just sit back and I laugh
These bands look good in my hands
I'm finna count em again
Get bored and count em again
I leave a baddie on read
She mad, cool whatever
I'm only focused on bands
Hold up damn she calling again
She wanna link up she saying that She with her friends
I'm like yeah, cool, whatever
They finna slide in 10

I got my bro's in the back
They boolin' they just bickin' back
I tell em go
They come where you at
I tell em go
They come where you at

Lava dripping down my jeans
Ooooo that slime hot
Thoot Thoot Thoot Thoot Thoot
At the tires when he peeled off
And I just cracked me a seal
Pour out the pint
My lil hitta on go
He off a perk
You bogus he go in yo mouth
I gave her dick at your house
You know what I am about
I let her sleep on the couch
My VV's spill all off the wrench

I'm slimy, I'm sick, I sneeze
Pull up to his studio
His hoe never seen a star like me
Now she a groupie hoe
She follow my feeds
And share all my links
Palm Angels got her tweaking
Palm Angels got me tweaking

She tryna be my wife
She show me titties on Skype
I did it all off a type beat
They can't do it quite like me
She getting ready
She popping them pills
Can't talk because I'm in the hills
Stayin dangerous when
I'm in the field

Nah for real
Nah for real
Nah for real
Nah for real
Nah for real
Nah for real

Send shots at yo head
Montcler on my head
This voice on my head
Saying do it again

Nah for real
Nah for real
Nah for real

This voice in my head
Saying do it again

Do it again do it again
Don't do it again
Don't do it again
That glock on my hip
I'll do it again

Woah woah woah
Woah woah woah
Woah Woah



Credits
Writer(s): Josef Pagitt
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