bool ft. kaiyy Lyrics

Man, I just be cooling on some cool shit

Everyday I'm on some new shit

Everyday I'm on some new shit

I love you, Qwaulifies

When I'm making music, this like my design (Yeah)

Walked into Balenciaga, caught a top, you know it's line

I be thinking bout my family, I ain't tryna get behind

How you finna joan on me? Bitch, don't try to knock my grind

If you hit me for a feature, can you please not waste my time?

Yeah, my pops be tryna knock me, wish the nigga knew I'm trying

Ever since I copped the AMG, niggas start switching sides

If you think that you gon' step on me, nigga, I think you fried

Watch where you step, I need some R-Wide ricks in the leather

Dolce Gabana on me, gotta smell it

I get to preachin' they call me a reverend

Niggas be yappin', I swear they be tellin

Hop on the beat and I'm sounding angelic

That girl on me, wanna talk a lot

I pull up, it's on me, now I'm grabbin' my heat, if you run up on me, I'ma shoot a lot

Yeah, I ran out with that fire

Had to run up on rm' with my guys

Caught him by surprise

Cause he talkin' shit, now he gon' die

Let a nigga try

I don't give a fuck, bitch, I ain't shy

Is you ride or die?

I don't know, cause you seem like you lyin'

Now you capped out

Young nigga out on his shit and now he in his bag, now

Cartier all on my wrist and now she movin' fast, now

See me stackin' up the chips, and now she want that cash now

I got a stick and it's bustin' like a Drake

Smokin' that za, bitch, I'm smokin' that paint

Hop in the coupe and we gon' have a race

Nigga, he talkin' throw him in the lake

I'm droppin' five bands all on a date

If he be talkin' shit, there no escape

Walk in that bitch, and I get my respect

Was not in the army, but, bitch, I'm a vet

Pull up from deep, bitch I feel like I'm Steph

Matter of fact, fuck nigga, I call him Curry

I catch a opp, and we hit in a hurry

I'm with your girl and that ho gettin' flirty

They did you wrong, yeah, they did you dirty

Better go spin back, go grab a thirty

Walkin' outside and I'm walkin' in, ayy

Hop in the whip and I turn, they go skirt

Gun on my hip, if you talk, it's gon' blow

Slide on my body, I take off my shirt

Playin' no games, it gon' give you dessert

I just ate dinner, I need some dessert

Bass it be thumpin', so you know I swerve

She a lil thot, so you know I curve