Cool Lil Piece (feat. Tee Wick)
Man, this shit be gettin' tricky when it come to these streets
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And this shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two-piece
We be slidin', we be groovin', we maneuverin' through traffic
Everybody saw it, but nobody know what happened
We be countin', we be sortin cause we gotta keep it stackin
I'ma double up the net, then I'll reinvest the package
Don't be chasin' pussy niggas out here simpin
And don't approach the hoe if her frontal lifted
She lookin' at this print, so I know she temped
I'm chillin', gettin' paid like I got me a pension
I be gettin' to the checks up an hour early
And I got the whole cake in two tries like a birdie
I won't say it twice, lil' nigga, you heard me
I'ma curve a bad bitch if her fingernails dirty
I'm a Midwest nigga on some Frisco shit
I got a bottle of cologne for every one of my kicks
I got sunglasses on in every one of my pics
And I'ma keep droppin' hits cause I just can't miss
Man, this shit be gettin' tricky when it come to the streets
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my fist, that's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece
They ask me why the last name is Wick
I tell them not to worry about it unless it's comin' off the hip
Not promotin' killin', I'm promotin' makin' chips
Need an income like Bowers, I sit back and watch it flip
Chanel be my scent, turn my lady to a vamp
Locked up like static shock, got my lady feelin' amped
Mills in my scope to kill shot to feed the camp
Puttin' everybody on, referred as the people's champ
Comfy in my skin cause I ain't got a point to prove
Decorated boots, you can't compete with my shoes
I don't howl nor wolf, I'm just coolin makin' blues
Man these Streets a dead end, I made my own avenue, yeah
Ha, like Sol said, can you dig it?
Gotta shoulder press the city, it's survival of the fittest
Gotta get my shotta rich, he be finger curlin' switches
Heat to your frontal, he gon' blow it if it's lifted
I don't need a pill cause I'm high off life
No ceilings, only evolving, always reaching new heights
Won't compromise the bag, I can only move right
Gritting all day, from the morning to the night
Yeah, I gotta move around with my cool lil' piece
Diamond cross around my chest, that's a cool lil' piece
GFI Glick, that's a cool lil' piece
But don't mind me, I'm just protecting my peace
Man, this shit be getting tricky when it come to these streets
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And this shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two-piece
We be slidin', we be groovin', we maneuverin' through traffic
Everybody saw it, but nobody know what happened
We be countin', we be sortin cause we gotta keep it stackin
I'ma double up the net, then I'll reinvest the package
Don't be chasin' pussy niggas out here simpin
And don't approach the hoe if her frontal lifted
She lookin' at this print, so I know she temped
I'm chillin', gettin' paid like I got me a pension
I be gettin' to the checks up an hour early
And I got the whole cake in two tries like a birdie
I won't say it twice, lil' nigga, you heard me
I'ma curve a bad bitch if her fingernails dirty
I'm a Midwest nigga on some Frisco shit
I got a bottle of cologne for every one of my kicks
I got sunglasses on in every one of my pics
And I'ma keep droppin' hits cause I just can't miss
Man, this shit be gettin' tricky when it come to the streets
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my fist, that's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece
They ask me why the last name is Wick
I tell them not to worry about it unless it's comin' off the hip
Not promotin' killin', I'm promotin' makin' chips
Need an income like Bowers, I sit back and watch it flip
Chanel be my scent, turn my lady to a vamp
Locked up like static shock, got my lady feelin' amped
Mills in my scope to kill shot to feed the camp
Puttin' everybody on, referred as the people's champ
Comfy in my skin cause I ain't got a point to prove
Decorated boots, you can't compete with my shoes
I don't howl nor wolf, I'm just coolin makin' blues
Man these Streets a dead end, I made my own avenue, yeah
Ha, like Sol said, can you dig it?
Gotta shoulder press the city, it's survival of the fittest
Gotta get my shotta rich, he be finger curlin' switches
Heat to your frontal, he gon' blow it if it's lifted
I don't need a pill cause I'm high off life
No ceilings, only evolving, always reaching new heights
Won't compromise the bag, I can only move right
Gritting all day, from the morning to the night
Yeah, I gotta move around with my cool lil' piece
Diamond cross around my chest, that's a cool lil' piece
GFI Glick, that's a cool lil' piece
But don't mind me, I'm just protecting my peace
Man, this shit be getting tricky when it come to these streets
Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece
And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece
Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease
So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece
This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece
You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece
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Writer(s): Terrin Ferguson
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