Coolin' With Da Homies

I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm coolin' with da homies

Volcanoes on my chest just like I'm Kim West

I don't need silicone to show rappers I'm the best

I keep my chains low, they droppin' to the floor

They're really, really, really low, they're dropping to the floor, uh

I don't need gin and juice, I got a cafe latte

Glaciers meltin' all around, but they ain't gonna drown me

I'll get some frostbite but won't let it crank my style

I got these fresh beats, everybody tryna copy

They say that I talk too fast

I don't really talk too fast

I don't think I talk too fast

I don't think I talk too, talk too, talk too fast

Everybody blowin' up my phone

Everybody wants this cash

Everybody's soundin' like bla-bla-bla-bla

I told my mama that I ain't gonna come home

I'm coolin' with da homies

I told my pop, better mow the lawn on his own

I'm coolin' with da homies

We roll up

We gettin' turnt

We go gangster style on everyone

I told my mama that I ain't gonna come home

I'm coolin' with da homies

C-c-c-coolin' with da homies

I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm, so tell my mama I'm coolin' with da homies, uh