Coolin' With Da Homies

Im coolin with da homies
Im coolin with da homies
Volcanos on my chest just like Im Kim West
I dont need silicone to show rappers Im the best
I keep my chains low they droppin to the floor
Theyre really really really low theyre droppin to the floor uh
I dont need gin and juice I got a caffe latte
Glaciers meltin all around but they aint gonna drown me
Ill get some frostbite but wont let it crank my style
I got these fresh beats everybody tryna copy
And they say that I talk too fast
I dont really talk too fast
I dont think I talk too fast
I dont think I talk too talk too talk too fast
Everybody blowin up my phone
Everybody wants this cash
Everybodys soundin like bla-bla-bla-bla
I told mama 'Mother I aint gonna come home'
Im coolin with da homies
I told mama 'But Im on the lone on the zone'
Im coolin with da homies
We roll up we gettin turned
We go gangster style on everyone
I told mama 'Mother I aint gonna come home'
Im coolin with da homies
C-C-C-Coolin with da homies
Im c-c-c Im coolin with da homies
Im c-c-c Im coolin with da homies Im
So tell my mama Im coolin with da homies uhh