I’m Cool

[Verse]
Smokin' pot to Hypnagogic Pop in the parkin' lot
I'm sittin', hittin' blunts while a bitch gags and dribbles snot
She don't like to smoke a lot, blogger round the block, hittin' me up all the time on her ask box jock
Sippin O.E. I hardly managed to cop it, clerk ran after me when he saw it in my pocket
Livin' in sin, like I'm in kids, dont care 'bout makin' shit, fuck a job I'm hopin' that the world might end
I hardly care if it dont, 'cause I'm on the rise, numbers gettin' large and I stay gettin' high
Now I'm blastin Witch House at your bitch house
Guess what's 'bout to happen now, I'm 'bout to run through ur bitch mouth
Reminiscin 'bout 2010, smokin special blends
Tired as fuck so I get up with yay post-head
Then I eat all her food and pass out on her couch, wake up steal her laptop and piss in her closet barred out
Got swag and pussy to a science, double «M» alliance, misogynist messiahs all day, cuz I'm hella defiant
Being facetious all day and offending people, 666 odd future and shit, hell yeah, I'm freaking evil
Satrical miracle look at me I'm superior to anyone that thinks they're cooler than me that's hysterical
Rap game young adults talkin 'bout some shit and rhymin' bitch with dick and front 'bout hittin' licks
But it's all in good fun not hurtin' no one
Except the real Hip-Hop heads but fuck them cuz they're dumb
I'm tryna get buck, I'm tryna get wild, fuck all your styles, my swag is easily something way more worthwhile