Cool

I-i-i think that messed up boy you really thought

All that talkin get your head stomped you so fuckin dumb

You a fuckin lame bruh you a fuckin bum

Pussy you stay on my radar get hit with this pump

Smokin on that loud pack
W-w-we all know you not really like that

We not cool we not friends you a lab rat

Broke inside the bank trynna find where the bag at

Weed too strong i can't think anymore


Im done with that bitch i dont want her anymore

Why you always la-a-a-a-ack
Countin paper sta-a-a-a-acks

Turn you to a hashta-a-a-ag
You be crying, going out sa-a-a-ad
He say he gon hoe me (i dont think so)
Ion know you gon have to show me
Sending shots bitch dont run away
I made a deposit like the other day

Your songs trash that a throw away

Bitch i come in clutch wit the pole like its masquеrade

All headshots yeah wе aiming for your neck up

Dont say that you on hots cause you ain't bruh
Dont say that you on hots cause you ain't bruh
Dont say that you on hots cause you ain't bruh