Who Cooler Lyrics

Smoking these niggas like hookah

If you not on my team you a loser

He can't look in my eyes im Medusa

Pop my shit now they asking

Who cooler

Who cooler

Who cooler

Are you dumb

You should get you a tutor

Burn the booth down

Just ask my producer

Put a hit out

Ain't talking bout shooters

My niggas know how to act up

U-haul that nigga packed up

Don't lose yourself like daft punk

Don't get caught lacking bad luck

My niggas know how to act up

Encore Applause He clapped up

My bitches keep that mask up

They just might smoke that ass up

Bitch you a hoe no santa

Seeds on yo face

I ain't talking bout poppies

Don't get it twisted I know you suck dick

But you getting a little to cocky

No that bitch isn't a rancher

She think it is sweet yeah

She think it is jolly

I'm not a brand type of bitch

This shit is just in me

This shit is not on me

Bombing these bitches like tanks

Want war against me

You gone need you an army

No homo

But keep talking shit

I'm bout to bend him like ken did to barbie

Barbie barbie

Ima smurdah these niggas

No bobbi

Get me wet

Yeah just give me that toppy

Pretty bitch

But she like her head sloppy

Smoking these niggas like hookah

If you not on my team you a loser

He can't look in my eyes im Medusa

Pop my shit now they asking

Who cooler

Who cooler

Who cooler

are you dumb

you should get you a tutor

Burn the booth down

just ask my producer

put a hit out

Ain't talking bout shooters

My niggas know how to act up

U-haul that nigga packed up

Don't lose yourself like daft punk

Don't get caught lacking bad luck

My niggas know how to act up

Encore Applause He clapped up

My bitches keep that mask up

They just might smoke that ass up

When I walk through

Niggas just bust

Said he loving the size of my bust

He eat it at noon

Guess im feeding him brunch

He eat it for breakfast

And dinner

A munch

Yeah he dreaming about going nuts

No wonder he copping me bags from the jump surgery niggas just call me a doctor

In my bag I ain't talking about prada

Fuck with a nigga that know

How to clap

Say something to me

That's a blow to ya mata

Flip it

Flick it

Twist it

Pull it

Stepping too close

So you know imma bop it

You can't get two more steps in my face

You want it you pop it

So step out and rock it

Bitch im jumping

I don't need no bass

But bass in my voice

When you get outta pocket

Are you dumb

Are you dumb

Are you dumb

Are you dumb

Are you dumb

Oh, you don't like me well

Go suck a glizzy

Young in Miami but I'm not with diddy

niggas just love to be all in my bizzy

I'm 22 now and I got me some titties

Bitches is mad

Join the pity committee

Shout out to daddy you know he from philly

He he ha ha

Shout out to daddy you know he from philly

Out in yo city I'm repping the trans

All on my body

I'm setting the trends

My daddy don't like it

He texting me subs

These niggas is blowing but there is no wind

Smoking these niggas like hookah

If you not on my team you a loser

He can't look in my eyes im Medusa

Pop my shit now they asking

Who cooler

Who cooler

Who cooler

Who cooler bitch