I'M COOLIN Lyrics

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