coolin kit

[Intro]
I-I-I don't know why you stressin' twin you can't stress

[Chorus]
I might walk up in this
I-I might walk up
Walk up in this bitch Balenci on me
Bitch I'm countin' 50s
Bitch we spinnin'
It's a false alarm cause niggas they ain't with it
I can't fuck with hoes no more cause all these bitches round me icky
This shit get sticky
Twin gon' pass the block lil bro gon' up that blicky
Yeah, I'm with 30 bad hoes in the function we get litty
You-You can't catch me outside lacking every day I'm in new cities
Please don't play your music round me nigga cause you know you shitty
I-I got bitches everywhere who wanna fuckin roll my spliffies
Bitch I'm goin number one, all these baddies wanna have fun
I'm smoking gas up in the trap
And-And my pockets weigh a ton

[Verse]
It's 200 on the dash I'm goin' fast I'm on the run
Subi jeans to tuck my gun
Cause bitch I'm kickin' shit
I'm whippin' shit
I might hit the bitch then ima flip the bitch
I'm shooting shit, the AR gettin' hot put on that Coolin Kit
I'm steppin' shit you know I'm steppin' bitch the way I'm movin' shit
I'm setting' shit bitch I been gettin' money since I was a jit
You-You wanna play with the gang you gon' D-I-E
Send him to the sky, that ain't no lie no you can't be 'by me
I spent a couple racks up on the shoes, Givenchy on my feet
These cartier glasses they too damn tinted no I cannot see
Oh yeah, your ho watching me
Yeah, your ho flock to me
She know I'm fresh to death I put the diamonds on my watch and teeth
She don't fuck with you 'cause you're a square no you can't come in here
Double Glocks, two twin bitches everything they come in pairs
Get racks off the wake-up
Oh yeah ni-niggas hate on me
You broke, get your pape' up
Oh yeah I stand on shit
I'on shoot, bitch I layup
And bitch I count my cake up
Yeah glocky smoking shit it's hitting niggas who don't pay up

[Chorus]
Oh yeah, Wa-walk up in this bitch balenci on me
Walk up in this bitch Balenci on me
Bitch I'm countin' 50s
Bitch we spinnin'
It's a false alarm cause niggas they ain't with it
I can't fuck with hoes no more cause all these bitches round me icky
This shit get sticky
Twin gon' pass the block lil bro gon' up that blicky
Yeah, I'm with 30 bad hoes in the function we get litty
You-You can't catch me outside lacking every day I'm in new cities
Please don't play your music round me nigga cause you know you shitty
I-I got bitches everywhere who wanna fuckin roll my spliffies
Bitch I'm goin number one, all these baddies wanna have fun
I'm smoking gas up in the trap
And-And my pockets weigh a ton