Cool Kids Lyrics

Your boy buzzing

Like a trunk full of kickers

From here on out its down hill

Like you played for the Sixers

Doing models or a chick wit some thick curves

Want everything thats copped

High priced like I flip birds and the wordplay

Aint none of you dudes going beat me

Bet you wish

You need to tap on a genie this thing easy

Been the man since you was spitting them lame lines

Me flop

Thatll be the same day that the game died

Ahead of time

Say im feeling myself

And to battle lames

Would be like fighting for a feather weight belt

Put this thing together

And now they say he a blessed dude

When loving on a chick

Her mouth hold kids like a test tube

Got 20 20 vision

Something like a bird watcher

Swag strolling through your block

Like a old honda

Putting out that heat

Now home girl twerking that

Perfect match

Keep her ass in line for a purse bag

This boy he fire

The reason why you buy it

This breed slowly dying

The mixtape I supply it

And got the game in a choke hold

Yea i'm dope homes

Flow arctic cold freezing

Reason you want more

Really doing it

I'm looking for a new chick

Ladies feel me

As I pull up in that new whip

Catch me cruising fooling

Baby yeah I do this

Hit the ground running styling

Wilding with my cool kids

With my cool kids

Only with my cool kids

Them hating boys they only talking

Ain't never do shit

Taking over

About to show y'all how to do this

That straight up outta compton

Oughta call my label ruthless

Just tryna get my cake on

So kill it on everything

Going blow just like that hands on napalm

Touch this cash

Come try me pimpin

Prolly find you in a lake

And left there floating by some old man fishing

And aint no kidding really get it

Know it me you wanna scheme on

You hotter

We wont buy it like cheap thongs

I'm getting my ski on

Hit girl spot and now she got weak knees

Spit game it give em chills like them tipis

Now the homie he eating

You haters got no luv here for none of y'all

Only way you get a run

Is at the park playing homie ball

You suckas worthless

Other words just another face

Calling yall so soft

Just like the stuff in a pillow case

The money straight

Get cake and heating up every hour

Homie spitting so much fire

You think he sniffing on gun powder

You cant see me

Better off seeing them flying saucers

Bread to made

You know your boy got his hands on it

The golden ticket

If I touch it it turn gold

Check the beats they really bang

Do more than tickle your earlobes

Its crunch time

Taking the game back

Now you spitting them lame raps

Yeah now we not hearing that

Really doing it

I'm looking for a new chick

Ladies feel me

As I pull up in that new whip

Catch me cruising fooling

Baby yeah I do this

Hit the ground running styling

Wilding with my cool kids

With my cool kids

Only with my cool kids

Them hating boys they only talking

Ain't never do shit

Taking over

About to show y'all how to do this

That straight up outta compton

Oughta call my label ruthless