Cool Kids

Your boy buzzing Like a trunk full of kickers From here on out its down hill Like you played for the Sixers Doing models or a chick wit some thick curves Want everything thats copped High priced like I flip birds and the wordplay Aint none of you dudes going beat me Bet you wish You need to tap on a genie this thing easy Been the man since you was spitting them lame lines Me flop Thatll be the same day that the game died Ahead of time Say im feeling myself And to battle lames Would be like fighting for a feather weight belt Put this thing together And now they say he a blessed dude When loving on a chick Her mouth hold kids like a test tube Got 20 20 vision Something like a bird watcher Swag strolling through your block Like a old honda Putting out that heat Now home girl twerking that Perfect match Keep her ass in line for a purse bag This boy he fire The reason why you buy it This breed slowly dying The mixtape I supply it And got the game in a choke hold Yea i'm dope homes Flow arctic cold freezing Reason you want more Really doing it I'm looking for a new chick Ladies feel me As I pull up in that new whip Catch me cruising fooling Baby yeah I do this Hit the ground running styling Wilding with my cool kids With my cool kids Only with my cool kids Them hating boys they only talking Ain't never do shit Taking over About to show y'all how to do this That straight up outta compton Oughta call my label ruthless Just tryna get my cake on So kill it on everything Going blow just like that hands on napalm Touch this cash Come try me pimpin Prolly find you in a lake And left there floating by some old man fishing And aint no kidding really get it Know it me you wanna scheme on You hotter We wont buy it like cheap thongs I'm getting my ski on Hit girl spot and now she got weak knees Spit game it give em chills like them tipis Now the homie he eating You haters got no luv here for none of y'all Only way you get a run Is at the park playing homie ball You suckas worthless Other words just another face Calling yall so soft Just like the stuff in a pillow case The money straight Get cake and heating up every hour Homie spitting so much fire You think he sniffing on gun powder You cant see me Better off seeing them flying saucers Bread to made You know your boy got his hands on it The golden ticket If I touch it it turn gold Check the beats they really bang Do more than tickle your earlobes Its crunch time Taking the game back Now you spitting them lame raps Yeah now we not hearing that Really doing it I'm looking for a new chick Ladies feel me As I pull up in that new whip Catch me cruising fooling Baby yeah I do this Hit the ground running styling Wilding with my cool kids With my cool kids Only with my cool kids Them hating boys they only talking Ain't never do shit Taking over About to show y'all how to do this That straight up outta compton Oughta call my label ruthless