Cool Off

I think I'm too sauced, I need to cool off

Go close the room door after that take your shoes off

I think I'm too raw, pop a perc then I moonwalk

What I'm in the mood for

For this 40 to boom off

My shooters, too clutch

Half of the yerkie, she got that shit looking chewed up

I caught 'em lacking he on a date looking boo'd up

I call my shooters, yea you know JJ gon boom some

Ain't no reactions tell my shooters to blast em

No satisfaction, we do drills off a madness

**** be cappin' they don't live what they rappin'

I don't need to go platinum, I get breesh off of trappin'

Luva be with me, hella shooters but they give me the sitchy

Do a drill in the renty, he want me dead, tell that boy come and get me

And I'm always on 50, catch me in traffic you know it get tricky

And a bitch cannot get me, she only gon' line me if she look like Nicki

You know what I mean, I still do a hit even in my Amiri jeans

I'm so fresh and clean

He talking hot bullets do 'em like Listerine

When I'm on the scene

They preein' they watching cause they know who Bizzy B

With a million G's

And we twist up our fingers, broke boy we don't play for keeps

I see a opp, go blast 'em

I got some shooters, I swear they moving like Nash is

I'm in the hood, I told y'all that I move tactic

And for a back end Brodie gon' go blow his back end (Pause)

I think I'm too sauced, I need to cool off

Go close the room door after that take your shoes off

I think I'm too raw, pop a perc then I moonwalk

What I'm in the mood for

For this 40 to boom off