Cool With Me (feat. M1llionz)

Trust (FaNaTiX) Velli, wow Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them (burn it) My bruddas like "Dutch, man, 'llow that We can wipe it off, get some detergent" Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm Or no attempted murders (facts) Love God, he made me this person (facts) Get caught on a glide, it's curtains (facts) Get caught on a glide, it's peak (yeah) I was S-Row boppin' on opp block Find me an opp, play hide and seek (where they at?) Out here, man, it's finders keepers Run up on the plug, what a find I keep (ah-ah) In guns and money, we trust When shh gets dropped, my mind's at ease (I'm free) Came up this side and chose that side My nigga, that's fine with me My nigga, that's cool with me (ah) But you ain't moved mum out the hood That's stupid, so let me act stupidly, trust (t-trust) You're lucky that your brother went school with me (ah-ah) If I lock that door and slap this four, you'll be singing like Junior Reid Trust, you'll be singing like Jodeci Black suits, and black coupes Fuck boy and the pastor preach (fuck boy and the pastor preach) Somebody lookin' over me (over me) Gotta look over my shoulder, heard the revolver squeeze (baow) I can see the blue lights in the distance I think feds heard the revolver squeeze (shit) Don't commercialise beef, go 'round there and won't even know it's me In downtown functions, still gotta do risk assessments and CRBs (woi-oi) I see the young G try grip the dots with one hand Likkle man can't control this heat Done a bit exchange in residential zones (mm) Now them neighbours baffed, these ain't council flats These are mortgaged homes I'm in this jail, I can't send in drones I put a yout' on the V in some dressed-up clothes I can't stiff him at security, take this phone (no) I gotta pattern these bank transfers 'til me and my section's home My closest friend is a demon I don't say things 'cause it sounds convenient G just put that thing in a bag (ah-ah) It won't bang 'til the gully clean it Feel like I've been here like a thousand times That's a schoolboy error, I'm a genius WD-40, get rid of that rust Now I'm in the back, gun leaning, trust (trust) Now I'm in the back, just leaning It was all robbery money and fiends Now I'm gettin' money off streaming (trust) Break down the pack in Kensi' Even though fans tell me they love me in Sweden (facts) And them man know we're beefin' (ah-ah) But I can't tell mummy the reason Surely, surely, can't violate me in the streets Somebody gon' die by the end of the evening (brrt) I'm tryna hurt somebody's feelings (facts) Plug tryna put up that price Burn that bridge, I don't need him Trust, if rap don't work, it's back to the dealing (yeah) If rap don't work, it's calm, it's back to what man know best (trappin') Seen cats marching through the town Holding magazines like they're having a protest My probation pissed with me cah I got bagged again I ain't making progress (hhaha) Driving in a next man's name, hold on Don't take me station, need to pass this road test This lean ain't no antidepressant, feel litter than a kid on Christmas Eve (litty) I ain't got no OG's, don't need a G-pass to permit this beef I heard them man say they wanna war me But them youts got insufficient P's (Brass) There's no blood on his tee but he still got a burner rinsed in bleach (wow) Blood on my brand new Fendi, burn them My bruddas like "Dutch, man, 'llow that We can wipe it off, get some detergent" Guess he had been nicked for the discharging of a firearm Or no attempted murders Love God, he made me this person Get caught on a glide, it's c-