Cooler

With my boys, yea, you know we finna roll up

Just like some cops, we leave a hole in you like donuts (Blow!)

This ain't no funny shit, yea, we not in no Grown Ups (Bitch)

Don't ever let that girl grab my phone, she gon throw up (Ugh, ugh)

We double team that hoe just like we Frieza and we Cooler

Got beef with me? Yea, we send shots straight to your medulla (Blow!)

Come talk your shit to my face, 'stead of the fucking computer

That boy broke and he got bitched by them, yea, he's a loser

Going straight to the moon, yea, we flying in that rocket (Yea)

That bitch was too bad, had to hide her in my pocket, uh

So she'll never leave me