Bobby Hill

Y'all just bait for the wolves that came Rocking that wool again To tiptoe through your tulips and to your garden gate Chomp through your new Balmain Snatchin' your stupid chain Laughing at everything! (Laughing at everything!) I'm Trick Daddy in flip flops Cookin' up them conch fritters You P. Diddy at Burning Man In lip gloss and white linen I've been at it we out here My DMs y'all slide in em Scratching at support slots And guest lists you ain't gettin' Y'all band camp and bus rides We cut class at lunch time Got that? Then fall back like LeBron James hairline You're old and irrelevant Like KRS-1 We might be broke and intelligent But fuck it, we have fun You might be cool but you ain't them We act the fool but we ain't dumb It might be due but it ain't come You might be cool but we ain't friends Cool but we ain't friends True but you ain't them We act the fool but we ain't dumb It might be due but it ain't come You might be cool but we ain't friends Cool but we ain't friends I don't know you! That's my purse! Backwards down 94 Doing like 90 in a black Cadillac hearse Head looking back hanging, yeah With a cig' hanging out danglin', yeah And I been on that fuck that trash shit I been out here screaming "Y'all needs to growns up!" Yeah, pasta with sauce, thanks! Leave the crust on mom I leave deposits in four banks Seen a lot of that world stanks Uh, Le Labo on me Lay problems on I'll probably wonder off and ponder em Gone! Laughin' at everything Crying the rest maybe But least I feel and care enough To kill it 'fore it catches me You're dead meat Your family's doomed I should say it nicer Nah, fuck it, I shouldn't Let's keep it true It's cold for you It's dark for you It's done for you Let's eat some food! You're old and dumb You're bored And worst of all We know that shit it's catching up by now We're bored of you! You might be cool but you ain't them We act the fool but we ain't dumb It might be due but it ain't come You might be cool but we ain't friends Cool but we ain't friends