Yeah I'm Cool Lyrics

Yeah I'm cool

Yeah I'm cool cool

Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)

Now my heart colder than a frosty

Still in the streets I'm a beast

I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)

Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)

Made my first band of GarageBand

Get ya head cracked from the bat

It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan (Naj fan)

Niggas in my way I don't like that (Like that)

See you and ya demons you can't fight back

For you niggas no words bitch, curved dicks

Leave his ass on read but don't write back

(Woah Woah)

Pluck its we just slut it we don't wife that (Don't wife that)

Oh yeah come here pudding you a lite snack (You a lite snack)

Niggas know they couldn't where my life at

Because the world is colder than an ice pack (An ice pack)

Now these niggas bolder than a muhfucker (Muhfucker)

Homie I'm a soldier not an undercover

fed to the feds while you're scared up in wit sec

No locks or D-block but yo ass get to Dip-Set

Gamble with ya life we can go and place a quick bet

Sixty rolling in yo neighborhood it's a Crip set

You getting milked baby out here looking like a WIC check

Playing with ya paper don't cop just invest

Yeah I'm cool

Yeah I'm cool cool

Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)

Now my heart colder than a frosty

Still in the streets I'm a beast

I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)

Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)

Made my first band of GarageBand

Get ya head cracked from the bat

It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan (Naj fan)

Lately I been walking down this road (On the road ugh)

I won't fall stand tall ten toes (On the ground ugh)

Lord what they doing to my soul (To my soul oh)

Dead body how ya turn cold (Yah yah yah)

Lately I been walking down this road (Down the road ugh)

I won't fall stand tall ten toes (In the dirt aye)

Lord what they doing to my soul (What they doing ugh)

Dead body how ya turn cold (Cold)

Cooler than a fan til you cross me (Cross me)

Now my heart colder than a frosty

Still in the streets I'm a beast

I don't need a Kelis but Alexa play bossy (Play bossy)

Niggas ain't real a mirage man (Mirage man)

Made my first band of GarageBand

Get ya head cracked from the bat

It's wrapped up in barbs you get nicked no Minaj fan (Naj fan)