I'm coolin' with da homies I'm coolin' with da homies Volcanoes on my chest, just like I'm Kim West I don't need silicone to show rappers I'm the best I keep my chains low (woo), they droppin' to the floor They're really, really, really low, they're droppin' to the floor, uh I don't need gin and juice, I got a caffe latte (coffee) Glaciers meltin' all around, but they ain't gonna drown me I'll get some frostbite (woo), but won't let it crank my style (nah) I got these fresh beats, everybody tryna copy They say that I talk too fast I don't really talk too fast I don't think I talk too fast I don't think I talk too, talk too, talk too fast Everybody blowin' up my phone Everybody wants this cash Everybody's soundin' like blah-blah-blah-blah I told mama that I ain't gonna come home I'm coolin' with da homies I told papa to mow the lawn on his own I'm coolin' with da homies We roll up, we get turnt We go gangster style on everyone I told mama that I ain't gonna come home I'm coolin' with da homies C-c-c-coolin' with da homies I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies I'm c-c-c, I'm coolin' with da homies, I'm So tell my mama, I'm coolin' with da homies, uhTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
