Cool Shit Lyrics

I might pull up on some cool shit

Black tech fleece, chill day

Fuck it black forces too

I'm on that typa time

And you know the gun (yeah yop)

Aye, uh

I might pull up all black like i'm batman(uh)

Aye thick bitch with me no robin she got fat ass

Blue tips out the Fn came with fat mags

If he on bullshit we tryna end him that's his last dance

(Shit, fuck)Like what them niggas on?

Keep a Glock 23 i know they tryna get me out my zone

I'm tryna run me up a M they tryna send me home

And i don't really want no friends cause they did me wrong

I'm coo off all of that no cap it don't make sense

I barely had money in my pocket i still break chips

I will break bread but every time i need em they will play dead

My granny od'd off them drugs that's why i take meds(Fuck, like damn grams)

Unc got locked in 0 ten but way before then i swear i hate feds

My bitch was entertaining other niggas now i hate Ced

Rip Pops

But i always keep my blick cause i ain't Craig(no cap)

Uh, how the brand of my jeans match the color of my cup?

Fuck 12 ion wanna cuff i just wanna fuck

Bitches sayin i'm a dog but they swallow all my pups