Coola Kid (feat. Babydan)

I'm the cooler kid, I mix some ack with some cream soda I could spliff the blunt and smoke some skywalk, but don't drink yoda Back to back I dropped a check, told bro to get a Hellcat Tough talking on the internet, bitch I ain't into that Told him he a bitch to spin it back, but he ain't get it back Woke up feeling active, like which perc I'm finna pop today Four PF, I woke up all my pockets full with Benjamins Road running, all my brothers solid they don't talk much How your ass gone snitch, they lock you up like you some evidence I'll hop on your song and make your lil ass sound irrelevant I'm really him, I got all my bitches matching necklaces and pearls too I'm the trending topic, that bitch begging me to fuck Ooh, damn, I'm on perfect timing When I pull up, she gone fuck me, pop a perc, she suck me sloppy Sipping wock, fell in love with trish and crashed the Masi (Uh, shit, for real) From Aco, not Miami, but wear the heat like I play for them Like Rudy Gay up a twenty two, scream R.I.P and pray for him Throwing bullets like Montana, caught him, he like Jerry Rice Baby shaking ass and sucking dick, just gotta name your price Brodie threw a punch and started spinning, like he shooting dice Make him sign an NDA, can't trust a rat, he talk to Vice I've been jeweler hopping, spray my wrist with VS1s now I'm a walking fashion addict, buy up the whole mall now Getting fat off purple, feel like I'm becoming Barney I'mma spend a thousand on Medusa, yeah I like Versace I just spent like two k and I start to feel like I am Ronnie Three o' eights be piercing through his skin, they screaming, here's Johnny (Here's Johnny) Yo, bitch like a pigeon, throw bread and you know she's stripping Wockhardt for the baby bottle, sip it and I'm tripping Choppa like a rapper, tap the trigger and it gets to spitting I just popped a perc my head's a dreidel, shit I get to spinning I've been punching bins and swiping cards since elementary I fucked this bitch back to back to back, shit, intentionally Cat got nine lives, then it's over, like the Kennedys I go through a phone a week, shit, new identity Bro just grew a zip in one day, he a real farmer Fuck your little scatty pack, pussy, not a real charger Line his ass up with this blade, I'm his new barber I be in the crib tweaking out, who the fuck calling I'm the cooler kid, I mix some ack with some cream soda I could spliff the blunt and smoke some skywalk, but don't drink yoda Back to back I dropped a check, told bro to get a Hellcat Tough talking on the internet, bitch I ain't into that