kool

Lyrics

[Intro] (Is that Kory on the beat?) All these diamonds, yeah (Oh yeah, yeah) I woke up this morning and I had to put on some brand new drip (Yeah, yeah, yeah) All that flee shit (Yeah) Ain't no cappin' ass nigga, I'm so [?] (Brand new Rick, hoe, D&G yo' bitch) [Chorus] And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch) When I hit that bitch, I had her just like woohoo (Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And that's a player bitch, you know she keep it cool (She keep it bool) No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it cool (I keep it bool) And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool (Too bool) When it come to paper, bitch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (Beaucoup) And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool (Fill up a pool) And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we havin' multiple (Oh yeah, we got multiple) Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this, yeah (To smoke in this) Damn, that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit, yeah And I can't wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (Just like bricks) My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fuckin' get (That's all I get) We came from quarter pounds and ounces, nigga, now we fuckin' lit (And now we lit) You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit (He dumb as fuck) Think I ain't give your hoe a money shower, how you lose your bitch? (She let me fuck) And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fuckin' lit (I'm lit as fuck) [Verse] I come through, bitch, I pop my shit They ask how long we fly like this Lil bitch I'm fly just like a pigeon Designer drugs, designer shit Had to go get a bag, yeah I had to, bitch When I was 15, I had two bitches When I was 18, I touched six digits When slime was 16, he had two pistols Yeah, now we livin' different (Yeah) Why this band feel like a penny? (Yeah) Man, I swear I hate you niggas Feel like Satan out to get me (Yeah) I like Number (N)ine and Rick, lil' bitch, I don't fuck with Giuseppe (No way) ATM conglomerate and you know that we all wealthy (Okay) (Is that Kory on the beat?) Dior on my pants and on my shoes (And on my shoes, nigga) Yeah, and I'm smokin' zaza, what I do (Like what I do, nigga) Yeah, I can't fuck that bitch 'cause she a swoop (Yeah, she a swoop, nigga) And my blood nigga pull up just like whoop (Yeah, whoop, nigga) [Chorus] And these Undercover jeans, they cost like two (Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) When I hit that bitch, I had her just like woohoo (Oh yeah, yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) And that's a player bitch, you know she keep it cool (She keep it cool) No, I do not play with bitches, I just keep it cool (I keep it cool) And I keep a snake with me, lil' bitch, you know he too bool (Too bool) When it come to paper, bitch, you know I'm havin' beaucoup (Havin' beaucoup) And I'm havin' so much drip, lil' bitch, I think I could fill up a pool (Fill up a pool) And when it come to sticks, lil' baby, know we havin' multiple (Havin' multiple, yeah) Brand new Rick, I can't wait to smoke in this, yeah (Oh yeah) Damn, that boy a bitch, he get popped just like a zit, yeah (Yeah) And I can't wait 'til I stack a couple hundred thousand just like bricks (Yeah, yeah, yeah) My favorite word to rhyme is thousand, 'cause that's all I fuckin' get (That's all I get) We came from quarter pounds and ounces, nigga, now we fuckin' lit (And now we lit) You think that I ain't blow some thousands, boy, you must be dumb as shit (He dumb as fuck) Think I ain't give your hoe a money shower, how you lose your bitch? (Yeah, she let me fuck) And I keep racks in these Margiela trousers, I'm so fuckin' lit (Yeah, I'm lit as fuck) [Outro] (Yeah, yeah) Keepin' it cool (Oh yeah, yeah) Brand new Rick (Yeah) Let's keep it cool (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Brand new Rick (Wait to smoke in this) Dior on my pants and on my shoes