Yeah I'm Cool
Yeah I'm cool
Yeah I'm cool cool
Cooler than a fan until you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Niggas in my way I don't like that (Like that)
See you and ya demons you can't fight back
For you niggas no words bitch, curved dicks
Leave his ass on read but don't write back
(Woah Woah)
Pluck its we just slut it we don't wife that (Don't wife that)
Oh yeah come here pudding you a lite snack (You a lite snack)
Niggas know they couldn't where my life at
Because the world is colder than an ice pack (An ice pack)
Now these niggas bolder than a muhfucker (muhfucker)
Homie I'm a soldier not an undercover
fed to the feds while you're scared up in wit sec
No locks or D-block but yo ass get to Dip-Set
Gamble with ya life we can go and place a quick bet
Sixty rolling in yo neighborhood it's a Crip set
You getting milked baby out here looking like a WIC check
Playing with ya paper don't cop just invest
Yeah I'm cool
Yeah I'm cool cool
Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Lately I been walking down this road (On the road ugh)
I won't fall stand tall ten toes (On the ground ugh)
Lord what they doing to my soul (To my soul oh)
Dead body how ya turn cold (Yah yah yah)
Lately I been walking down this road (Down the road ugh)
I won't fall stand tall ten toes (In the dirt aye)
Lord what they doing to my soul (What they doing ugh)
Dead body how ya turn cold (Cold)
Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Yeah I'm cool cool
Cooler than a fan until you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Niggas in my way I don't like that (Like that)
See you and ya demons you can't fight back
For you niggas no words bitch, curved dicks
Leave his ass on read but don't write back
(Woah Woah)
Pluck its we just slut it we don't wife that (Don't wife that)
Oh yeah come here pudding you a lite snack (You a lite snack)
Niggas know they couldn't where my life at
Because the world is colder than an ice pack (An ice pack)
Now these niggas bolder than a muhfucker (muhfucker)
Homie I'm a soldier not an undercover
fed to the feds while you're scared up in wit sec
No locks or D-block but yo ass get to Dip-Set
Gamble with ya life we can go and place a quick bet
Sixty rolling in yo neighborhood it's a Crip set
You getting milked baby out here looking like a WIC check
Playing with ya paper don't cop just invest
Yeah I'm cool
Yeah I'm cool cool
Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Lately I been walking down this road (On the road ugh)
I won't fall stand tall ten toes (On the ground ugh)
Lord what they doing to my soul (To my soul oh)
Dead body how ya turn cold (Yah yah yah)
Lately I been walking down this road (Down the road ugh)
I won't fall stand tall ten toes (In the dirt aye)
Lord what they doing to my soul (What they doing ugh)
Dead body how ya turn cold (Cold)
Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)
Now my heart colder than a frosty
Still in the streets I'm a beast
I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)
Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)
Made my first band of GarageBand
Get ya head cracked from the bat
It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan
Credits
Writer(s): Derrick Dobson
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