I'm just coolin' till my day drop
Walking the fence, don't make a mixtape
Lets get it!
Ten birds in the louie bag
Wrapped up in the Glad Top(?)
Hop straight in the outtie(?)
Nine tuck in the stall's market
Thousands everywhere,
There money pilling everywhere
Why the cops on our block?
Now there's valence everywhere
Pull on sides! Why you think
You hear "em sirens in the air?
All those lights, mommas crying,
Nigges sighing over there
We start rolling through the blocks
With stolen shooting Glocks
Man down! Blew a top. Then walk around
Like who is shot?
Well, we're not talking to the cops
So we don't know what's true or not
And bitch, I got so many fists
I just don't know what's knew or not
This will hurry, I got's lots of swag
When in town, working lot of jazz
True religious stone cat
You should have got your skull cracked
Beat a nigga with a ball bat
Pussy niggas, I ain't dealing with 'em
Let them fifty in 'em to resolve that
Why the whip so hard
I spit a grind of mine
Promise I'mma make it all that
I'mma bust so hard, don't have no competition
Tittie know that I'm a dawg now
Got my money loan
Just imagine all the niggas tryna
Come and phone that
When I was in the block
You ain't really thing that I would do it on my own
Now I'm on the road, smoking due and shows
You think you can come along now
But nah, you ain't real, nigga, you ain't really real
And if you was in a jam, man, you has to get up info
You would deal
Then rock upon me, bust a deal
You paranoid, let the stemmy spill!
Praaaaaa!
I'm koolin'!
I'm koolin'!
I'm koolin'!
Koolin' in the hell hole
I'm koolin'!
I'm koolin'!
I'm koolin'!