Cool Ranch ft. T.Y.E Lyrics

I gotta chip on my shoulder

I swear to God that bitch as big as doritos

I went to Cancun just to let off some fumes

And low key had a boatload of freak hoes

I'm willing to die bout respect or go die bout a check

It don't matter to me though

Yall be playing them hall of fame games

While a nigga like me play the game on a Cheat code

R1 R2 L1 R2 left down right up left down right up

Put that pipe in her life make a pretty bitch pipe up

Link in my bio or better yet swipe up

She fucking wit Tye well she tyed up

Glock on my lap when I ride up

Big nigga small nigga short nigga tall nigga

All of these niggas get sized up

I gotta chili to be real when they play wit me

I just be taking shit personal

They playing both sides from the left to the right

Now I feel like they wanna go vertical

I come from a place where they'll pop off yo top

Like they dropping the top on convertibles

I like all my women bi curious not for the threesomes

But just cause they versatile

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool ranch

My patna just died over two bands

My nasty hoe gotta new man

But she ate up my link like a boudin

I got a Karen and Susan

Love me to death and use two hands

In public I'll piss off the klu klan

No I ain't stutter no Reuben

Shoutout to all of my true fans

Shoutout to all of the foolishness

Went to Miami and got me a cuban

Pussy crazy turn me to lunatic

Ran from the dick yeah I made her fugitive

Knows not to run from me like I'm the musinex

Don't like conversing with niggas especially when it's not even financially lucrative

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool

I gotta chip on my shoulder like cool