coolin' with my shooters
lud foe
i'm coolin' with my shooters
i'm from out west where we gang bang
we from the slums so we slang caine
let a fuck nigga try and rob us
and he gon' lose his life damn right
he gon' end up in a mid-life crisis
i'm ridin' with this fully loaded choppa
it's a homicide i'm finna fuck a opp up
he an informant get his whole hood locked up
red tape getcha neighborhood blocked up
i'm coolin' with my shooters
i'm from out west where we gang bang
we from the slums so we slang caine
high speed on the police in a lamborghini
watch me get houdini like they never seen me
i got bitches sayin they love me and they never seen me
i rock my ice in public freezin' i think i'm anemic
i hit you with this chopper i leave you paraplegic
you'd think i'm santa claus the way my name ringing bells
gold shower on a hoe like i'm r. kell
i get it straight off the boat i'm the cartel
bring the money to the door it's a drug deal
i can't get no sleep i'm up geekin off this x-pill
you don't wanna find out how that tec feel
i told her suck my dick i wanna see how her neck feel
i've been chasin money all day i can't stand still
i run them bands up i'm something like a treadmill
put this sword through yo face like i'm kill bill
i'm a hot nigga i ain't got no chill
young street nigga give a fuck about a deal
this nigga say he want a feature that's a quarter mill
free my niggas out that cell hope they get that appeal
switchin' lanes in a rari i almost broke the wheel
i'm always yelling boochie gang on my adlibs
i hit the club i make it rain like a fire drill
red beam on your nose call ya rudolph
before you step inside my office take ya shoes off
trappin on them corners i was tryna get them clothes off
i just want some top ain't no need to take yo clothes off
and since i'm getting money now i buy all the stores out
it's out west 290 you want smoke you get blowed down
when i get that work then i'm floodin the whole town
to kill one to shoot if he miss i'm a rebound