CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Yeah Kool

Yeah
What's good, Mario?
I sleep on ’em but I can't sleep on 'em (Sleep)
Hit the pu**y, brought the Cuban Link on ’em (Rah)
I'm involved but you won't here a peep from me (Yeah)
I took my teeth and I threw Ds on them (Shh)
The way she talkin', she better put please on it (Please)
Talkin' cold, then we put for sure-ski on it (Yeah)

Yeah, cool
n***a want problem, yeah, cool
n***a, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and shе swear that she love mе, yeah, cool

Play every door now I told her one minute I'll pop when I want, you can call me lieutenant (Call me lieutenant)
b*t*hes gave up on me, know they regret it, the n***as they f**king with get fired from Denny's (Fired from Denny’s)
That’s what you get for exposing your feelings (Yeah)
If you was solid, wouldn't listen them (Unh)
Check my steez, if I said it I meant it (Yeah)
I’d rather to go broke before I f**k with y'all n***as (Yeah, yeah)
Serena around my neck, yeah, these chains playing tennis (For sure ski)
Nah, for real (For sure-ski)
Call the medic (For sure-ski)
None of y'all safe
I drop my Cuban link bracelet behind your head boy, blame your b*t*h
I'm going digital with all my gunners from the bottom n***a, we gun off the bench
She wasn’t checking on me, now she checkin' in with me
No cap, more cash, no slack, dead friends, toe tag
Why the f**k you get that watch, fool? (Watch)
I heard they calling us swat, fool (Swat)
Got it out of the bottom of the box, fool (Box)
Dallas n***a, eating dog food (Brr)
Reflex, blood diamonds in my mouth, but she got seasick (Unh)
Bad ho, b*t*h had me stealing up out of Victoria Secret
Rap star, but I pull up to your ho and I'm dressed like American reject (Yeah)
I'm repping CC gang, ho, Cash Cartel, raincoat

Yeah, cool
n***a want problem, yeah, cool
n***a, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a copper, yeah, cool (Cash)
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Cash)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and she swear that she love me, yeah, cool (Lil Uzi Vert)

For sure-ski, dropping the top
For sure-ski, dropping the top
Yessirski, dropping the top
For sure-ski, dropping the top
Yessirski
I'm in a drop, I'm Gretzky
Diamonds they ice, uh-huh, yeah
She wanna top the squad, yeah
She wanna get it, on God, yeah
Pull up that Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
Pull up that Muller on Muller on Muller
I gave my ruler, my Ruger, to my shooter
I move my boy of the grid that's Bermuda
We got them RIP tips in this ruler
Aim at his eye, he think he Rick the Ruler
Money hang with me like I'm Mr. Cooper
Jewish b*t*h on me, she trust me I'm groovy
I swear that I love her, I'm not tryna juice her
Skinny n***a, but my pockets Rasputia
My n***a fourteen I swear he'll shoot you
Man f**k a choppa, he need a bazooka
Christian Dior, you know that I rebuke you
It is no way that I am scared of losing
With the freebase I don't know what I'm doing, yeah
I could just spaz on this b*t*h, yeah
I could just smash on this b*t*h, yeah
Put smash glass on my wrist, yeah

Yeah, cool
n***a want problem, yeah, cool
n***a, no problem, yeah, cool
Chop up a choppa, yeah, cool
We 'bout them numbers, yeah, cool
Aim at a cop, yeah, cool (Cash)
My wrist is all cut up, yeah, cool (Cash)
Came from the bottom now I got her on top and she swear that she love me, yeah, cool (Cash)

New baguette, imperial emerald diamonds
I'm on suicide watch 'cause I cut up my wrist, now it's blinding
Yeah, that's the reason why these n***as mad I'm shining
Got an extra key to your house, 'cause she like me

(The world is yours, n***a)
Yeah, cool
Emerald diamonds
Yeah, cool