I'M COOLIN

Uhh hmm, yeah
Uhh hmm, yeah
Let's go, yeah
Let's go, let's go
King Tut
It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah)
If we end up in poverty (Gang)
I got a glock 48 it's a stick
Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch
Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
Hit her one time cause hat bitch hit and running
I'm in the five call my goon you can't run
Blew his brain out it was mother-fucking fun
Coolin' my boy I was watching a movie
She hit up my line she was trying to get cozy
Now these hoes want to do me
Now these hoes want to use me (Nah)
But I'm pimp so I'm coolin' (Yeah)
Always ride with a toolie
Yeah she trying to post my face I say stop it
Doing too much girl that shit out of pocket
Day to day run this shit like a track race
Swear to God man these hoes in pocket
Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket
Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket
Yeah yeah I got these niggas in my pocket (Let's go)
Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket
Man I'm coolin'
Swear to God man I'm coolin'
Swear to God man I'm coolin' (Yeah)
On the crib we be Boolin' (Yeah, yeah)
Record me a song then I drop it (Yeah, yeah)
Run to the booth like I'm sonic (Yeah)
(Run to the booth)
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Fuck on these hoes then I dip (Yeah)
(Yeah yeah, yeah)
Let's go

It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah)
If we end up in poverty (Gang)
I got a glock 48 it's a stick
Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch
Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
Swear to God my hoe be fly with the chrome
Sippin' on henny it went to the dome
I'm with young Shred and you know that's my goon

Yeah backstreet boys we got backstreet toys
Ex girl a hoe tell that bitch get lost
Yeah I'm starting to get real pissed off
You can not fix her I love it yeah yeah (Nah)
I got these hoes on my body (Yeah yeah)
I can not choose, indecisive
Yeah I know I'm a cheater but I need love
Know I'm a player but I got heart
Yeah you better go and check the score
I'm the nigga that really be getting these hoes (Yeah, yeah)
You better go and check the score
I'm the nigga that really be getting these hoes
You better go and check the score
I'm the nigga that really be
(Okay)

It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah)
If we end up in poverty (Gang)
I got a glock 48 it's a stick
Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch (Nahh)
Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
All of my- dripped out and we gone
All of my boys dripped out and we gone
(Yeah yeah)

Gettin' these hoes (Yeah yeah)
On the crib we be boolin'
On the crib we be boolin' (Yeah)
(Nah nah, nah)
(Nah nah, nah)
(Nah nah, nah)
It's a whole lot of robbery
If we end up in poverty (Gang)
I got a glock 48 it's a stick
Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch
Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs
All of my boys dripped out and we gone



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Writer(s): Abu Turay
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