Cooler Killers Songtext
von Shockit44
Cooler Killers Songtext
Graaa
Blat
Graaa
Doo doo
Doo
Breee
Graaa
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show that n****
Yea I′m with the cooler killers
Can't wait to that toolie hit him
Gotta air it out
Gotta break all in his house
Gotta put ya hands on top her weave
And you gotta wear her out
That ho fucked up all my sheets
I had to bust her down
That boy he hit the ground
That boy ain′t make no sound shhh
That's bitch she want a Birkin
And that ho she wanted Dior
Us n***** don't got no choice
Gotta get a bag and spend at the store
Like I′m in kashways
Right through the coat
Glick four five air that bitch out
Like I′m Popeyes
Smoke by the ounce
Shhh lil bro don't make no sounds
We run in his house
Who is you my n****
Pop out wit them bands lil n****
Snakes and goofballs
You can′t get bands lil n****
Gloves on tap out
Know that He gon cap lil n****
He don't know what imma bout
Cuz he lacked lil n****
Hey
Go right through the snout (Blat)
Yeah my glick gonna look out
And Yeah my momma proud
Got the cash and I got out
Pussy nigga talk that shit he get chalked
Rap star life living it up
Real ass life niggas is stuck
Came wit pipes
Y′all need to duck
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show dat n****
Yea I'm with the cooler killers
Can′t wait to that toolie hit him
Gotta air it out
Gotta break all in his house
Gotta put ya hands on top her weave
And you gotta wear her out
That ho fucked up all my sheets
I had to bust her down
That boy he hit the ground
That boy ain't make no sound shhh
Gave him some fye ass weed
Pop out inna SRT
Hell cats in that eww slime green
My niggas poppin beans
Hell naw they not no fiends
Talk shit nigga got him on camera
Fist touched his jaw
He shitty pamper
Had to chase the bag
N***** ain't answer
I got my bands up
We might pull that chop out
Pull that Mak out
Fuck you and ya situations
Had to put it down
What that fuck these n***** chasing
They chase pussy now
I′m tryna get that guap
Yeah we on it now
They kill to get a payment
Pop out like they the navy
My n***** gonna slide everyday
Get bread like I′m born in LA
Gotta stick walk round with a K
Hell naw them n**** ain't safe woah
Bitch get out my face woah
Bullets heat his face
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show that n****
Yea I′m with the cooler killers
Can't wait to that toolie hit him
Blat
Graaa
Doo doo
Doo
Breee
Graaa
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show that n****
Yea I′m with the cooler killers
Can't wait to that toolie hit him
Gotta air it out
Gotta break all in his house
Gotta put ya hands on top her weave
And you gotta wear her out
That ho fucked up all my sheets
I had to bust her down
That boy he hit the ground
That boy ain′t make no sound shhh
That's bitch she want a Birkin
And that ho she wanted Dior
Us n***** don't got no choice
Gotta get a bag and spend at the store
Like I′m in kashways
Right through the coat
Glick four five air that bitch out
Like I′m Popeyes
Smoke by the ounce
Shhh lil bro don't make no sounds
We run in his house
Who is you my n****
Pop out wit them bands lil n****
Snakes and goofballs
You can′t get bands lil n****
Gloves on tap out
Know that He gon cap lil n****
He don't know what imma bout
Cuz he lacked lil n****
Hey
Go right through the snout (Blat)
Yeah my glick gonna look out
And Yeah my momma proud
Got the cash and I got out
Pussy nigga talk that shit he get chalked
Rap star life living it up
Real ass life niggas is stuck
Came wit pipes
Y′all need to duck
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show dat n****
Yea I'm with the cooler killers
Can′t wait to that toolie hit him
Gotta air it out
Gotta break all in his house
Gotta put ya hands on top her weave
And you gotta wear her out
That ho fucked up all my sheets
I had to bust her down
That boy he hit the ground
That boy ain't make no sound shhh
Gave him some fye ass weed
Pop out inna SRT
Hell cats in that eww slime green
My niggas poppin beans
Hell naw they not no fiends
Talk shit nigga got him on camera
Fist touched his jaw
He shitty pamper
Had to chase the bag
N***** ain't answer
I got my bands up
We might pull that chop out
Pull that Mak out
Fuck you and ya situations
Had to put it down
What that fuck these n***** chasing
They chase pussy now
I′m tryna get that guap
Yeah we on it now
They kill to get a payment
Pop out like they the navy
My n***** gonna slide everyday
Get bread like I′m born in LA
Gotta stick walk round with a K
Hell naw them n**** ain't safe woah
Bitch get out my face woah
Bullets heat his face
Who is you my n****
Who is you my n****
Pull up wit that (Blat)
Who is you Gotta shoot that n****
Tryna snatch my chains yeah you gay
Imma show that n****
Yea I′m with the cooler killers
Can't wait to that toolie hit him
Writer(s): Darrell Baker, Raul Mackay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
