Cool Lil Piece ft. Tee Wick Lyrics

Man, this shit be gettin' tricky when it come to these streets

Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece

And this shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece

Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease

So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece

This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece

You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two-piece

We be slidin', we be groovin', we maneuverin' through traffic

Everybody saw it, but nobody know what happened

We be countin', we be sortin cause we gotta keep it stackin

I'ma double up the net, then I'll reinvest the package

Don't be chasin' pussy niggas out here simpin

And don't approach the hoe if her frontal lifted

She lookin' at this print, so I know she temped

I'm chillin', gettin' paid like I got me a pension

I be gettin' to the checks up an hour early

And I got the whole cake in two tries like a birdie

I won't say it twice, lil' nigga, you heard me

I'ma curve a bad bitch if her fingernails dirty

I'm a Midwest nigga on some Frisco shit

I got a bottle of cologne for every one of my kicks

I got sunglasses on in every one of my pics

And I'ma keep droppin' hits cause I just can't miss

Man, this shit be gettin' tricky when it come to the streets

Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece

And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece

Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease

So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece This on my fist, that's a cool lil' piece

You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece

They ask me why the last name is Wick

I tell them not to worry about it unless it's comin' off the hip

Not promotin' killin', I'm promotin' makin' chips

Need an income like Bowers, I sit back and watch it flip

Chanel be my scent, turn my lady to a vamp

Locked up like static shock, got my lady feelin' amped

Mills in my scope to kill shot to feed the camp

Puttin' everybody on, referred as the people's champ

Comfy in my skin cause I ain't got a point to prove

Decorated boots, you can't compete with my shoes

I don't howl nor wolf, I'm just coolin makin' blues

Man these Streets a dead end, I made my own avenue, yeah

Ha, like Sol said, can you dig it?

Gotta shoulder press the city, it's survival of the fittest

Gotta get my shotta rich, he be finger curlin' switches

Heat to your frontal, he gon' blow it if it's lifted

I don't need a pill cause I'm high off life

No ceilings, only evolving, always reaching new heights

Won't compromise the bag, I can only move right

Gritting all day, from the morning to the night

Yeah, I gotta move around with my cool lil' piece

Diamond cross around my chest, that's a cool lil' piece

GFI Glick, that's a cool lil' piece

But don't mind me, I'm just protecting my peace

Man, this shit be getting tricky when it come to these streets

Gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece

This on my wrist, that's a cool lil' piece

And it's shorty on my hip, that's a cool lil' piece

Niggas be hatin' cause I do this shit with ease

So I gotta ride around with a cool lil' piece

This on my fist, it's a cool lil' piece

You get crazy at that lip, catch a cool two piece