I'M Coolin

Uhh hmm, yeah Uhh hmm, yeah Let's go, yeah Let's go, let's go King Tut It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah) If we end up in poverty (Gang) I got a glock 48 it's a stick Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs All of my boys dripped out and we gone All of my boys dripped out and we gone Hit her one time cause hat bitch hit and running I'm in the five call my goon you can't run Blew his brain out it was mother-fucking fun Coolin' my boy I was watching a movie She hit up my line she was trying to get cozy Now these hoes want to do me Now these hoes want to use me (Nah) But I'm pimp so I'm coolin' (Yeah) Always ride with a toolie Yeah she trying to post my face I say stop it Doing too much girl that shit out of pocket Day to day run this shit like a track race Swear to God man these hoes in pocket Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket Yeah yeah I got these niggas in my pocket (Let's go) Yeah yeah I got these hoes in my pocket Man I'm coolin' Swear to God man I'm coolin' Swear to God man I'm coolin' (Yeah) On the crib we be Boolin' (Yeah, yeah) Record me a song then I drop it (Yeah, yeah) Run to the booth like I'm sonic (Yeah) (Run to the booth) Yeah yeah, yeah yeah Fuck on these hoes then I dip (Yeah) (Yeah yeah, yeah) Let's go It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah) If we end up in poverty (Gang) I got a glock 48 it's a stick Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs All of my boys dripped out and we gone All of my boys dripped out and we gone Swear to God my hoe be fly with the chrome Sippin' on henny it went to the dome I'm with young Shred and you know that's my goon Yeah backstreet boys we got backstreet toys Ex girl a hoe tell that bitch get lost Yeah I'm starting to get real pissed off You can not fix her I love it yeah yeah (Nah) I got these hoes on my body (Yeah yeah) I can not choose, indecisive Yeah I know I'm a cheater but I need love Know I'm a player but I got heart Yeah you better go and check the score I'm the nigga that really be getting these hoes (Yeah, yeah) You better go and check the score I'm the nigga that really be getting these hoes You better go and check the score I'm the nigga that really be (Okay) It's a whole lot of robbery (Yeah) If we end up in poverty (Gang) I got a glock 48 it's a stick Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch (Nahh) Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs All of my boys dripped out and we gone All of my- dripped out and we gone All of my boys dripped out and we gone (Yeah yeah) Gettin' these hoes (Yeah yeah) On the crib we be boolin' On the crib we be boolin' (Yeah) (Nah nah, nah) (Nah nah, nah) (Nah nah, nah) It's a whole lot of robbery If we end up in poverty (Gang) I got a glock 48 it's a stick Louis V, Stella McCartney my bitch Swear to god I don't be feeling your songs All of my boys dripped out and we gone