Cool!

Stain on the glass, it's trickling down
My plug goin crazy, he shippin 'em pounds
Told mama don't trip, we gon' figure it out
Told my bro lets get it, got digits to count
Like fuck tomorrow, I need that shit now
Plug got bars, like he goin to trial
Hunnid gift cards, what's in my account
New pants Givenchy, this shit worth a deuce
Vintage Evisu, in size 32
Plug only got green, then I think I'm cool
SRT, this shit go zoom
Stack all week, my fingers is blue
Fuck a barbie, from malibu
My cup dirty, my money too
Perc 30, I'm on the moon
Take these drugs to keep my cool
Acting like I need them but I need you
Acting like I ain't got nothing to lose
Act like I ain't got nothing to do
Nothing to prove



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Writer(s): Thomas Lee
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