Screw Cool Lyrics

Yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae yae

Oh oh oh oh

Oops oops oops oops oops oops

Uggh

Well it's Keeng Cut I'm right on time

Bout to come fuck it up with some shit on my mind

I was thinkin' something cool for playas on they grind

Or the ladies with they window down tippin' that Pine

Or Cincinnati foreign car or a caddy

Play it like my esé patna in Chevy truck or Navi-

Gator fuck a hater cuz they got too much time on they hand

I'm too cool in my town you can call me a fan

The way I breeze by chokin' on something you not

Tryna make it to the spot without seeing a cop

Break a coppa off smooth when I get in my groove

Thinkin' he gon' pull me over watch the Keeng get loose

Like a 'rari F430 with the F1 tranny

Tryna put Glover in this broad got her callin' me Dannyyyyyy

Real brothas wear rubbers yea that's a fact

In the lane gettin' felatio seat-back-Screw Cool

FnF yae that's Favored n Flavored get you some

NIGGA I'M SCREW COOL SCREW COOL COOL COOL COOL

Gotta be in ya and not on ya uggh

Take a trip to my town come on slide with me

Call me Khampa Trillman or Keeng C-U-T

That's the name that I got waaay back in the gap

When boys used to rock the Malcom X snapback cap

Before they took Bandfields or knocked down Osage

Playas rollin' trues and vogues wasn't thinkin' bout bladez

Pops had the gold lac with the peanut butter guts

Solid gold struts knockin' down sluts

Open-faced golds no princess cuts

Ain't no tellin' how much bread my old man done touched

Remember playas rockin' joggin' suits with fanny packs on waistline

Carphone and beepers nah I ain't waste time

Tryna be like Mike I wannabe like them

Nice car, big home, rockin' Kangol brim

Pinky rang, piece n chain, clothes fresh up out the cleaners

Ima muhfuckin' Jim peep my playa ass demeanor I'M SCREW COOL!

OH, OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD OH LORD oh

NIGGA I'M SCREW COOL SCREW COOL COOL COOL COOL

Yae

Late night I be tippin' behind the wheel grippin'

Smokin' but I as it sippin' this game'll have you trippin'

I'm flippin' bout to make my last stop for the night

Keepin' my eye on devil's wanna put that stop on my light

The game ain't for everybody and so is the truth

Put the real in they face and watch the game niggas poof

I love all my bros and we stay on our toes

Young kings on the scene and keep a clean nose

We all think the same and we anti lame

Every convo that we have stay flooded with game

I'm blessed and highly favored stay fresh and highly flavored

My clothes is all tailored I keep butter on my tators

I stay away from them fables yea them storybook playas

Wanna wear my playa clothes them niggas is imitaters

Better yet emulaters but never could simulate us

Wanna disintegrate us but in they dreams they couldn't fade us I'm SCREW COOL! Yae