Album: Cold Turkey (2013)

Coolin'

Spent two hours in the cuffs of the fight squad. Stupid racist motherfucker told me, "Nice watch." I got a stupid load, or my price drops. Wanna two time more, and then I might stop. Confidential the foreman's now emotions scuffled. Get your face blown off the moment you blow your cover. My MO's stop at the store and get some rubbers. Ride til the sunrise while you on the low. Ain't savin no broads, I barely save money. All I want is throwback jerseys and red money. Ice bergs and Jordans was first two hundred. I'm a two hundred paid out my cool son. Some ice and a glock, I wanna shoot somethin. My video dude pullin bout two somethin. Nigga got plenty them guns, you ain't gon do nothin. Wicked shots will get you two minutes of real coverage.

Coolin, just coolin. What you doin, what you doin? I'm just coolin. You know I got my two lid I know how to use it. I'm just waitin to get right, cup of ice, yeah coolin. Sunday night coolin, Monday night coolin. They comin in toolin, money right blowin. Old school, runnin like a focus, runnin like. Yeah I'm on a paper route and I run it.

It's dog, my nigga aren't you coolin. Got my bitch with me in the two seat cruisin. Rollin the blunt drivin with no hands on cruise control. Mixin my surf on a hundred, bet I don't lose control. My momma said hold don't don't lose control. I call it boomerang the way she make me curl my toes. We ain't doin shit, we just coolin. Pussy so good I gave her hundred waitin pasta two in. I killed that pussy now I'm waitin on prosecution. I smoke so much they say my whole hood polluted. It's in the air, inhale, you can smell it. Your little sister pussy, taught her how to sell it. Your homeboy puss, I heard that nigga tellin. Get, get your ass wet, one text message. Then show up at your funeral to pay respect. Fools ask me what I been doin. Shit, I just been coolin.

Coolin, just coolin. What you doin, what you doin? I'm just coolin. You know I got my two lid I know how to use it. I'm just waitin to get right, cup of ice, yeah coolin. Sunday night coolin, Monday night coolin. They comin in toolin, money right blowin. Old school, runnin like a focus, runnin like. Yeah I'm on a paper route and I run it.