COOLER THAN A BITCH (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Hey
 Hey
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 Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
 Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
 Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
 Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
 It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
 I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
 I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
 I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
 They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
 I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
 Your favorite rapper burnt
 And he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
 Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
 We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
 I don't trust these hoes at all
 Just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
 We fuckin' up the mall
 If you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
 We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
 I feel like a rocket, I'm goin' outer space (Outer space)
 Got pretty vibes with me, I make sure all of 'em straight
 I dress a bitch, I put her in some Prada and BAPE
 Young Wunna international in all 50 states (Woah)
 Listen, I might buss a nigga, war ready
 Chop a nigga crew with a machete
 Smokin' gasoline, 93, unleaded
 Card never D'd, I can spend without a limit (Yeah)
 Three Rolls watches and they all got baguette'd (Woah)
 I got ten bad bitches, I keep all of 'em happy (Yeah)
 You ain't did nothin' for my bitch, bought an all-gold Patek
 She can suck a good dick, get the Benz four 'matic (Benz)
 This a rich nigga, come and feel my fabric
 Young GunWunna, I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket
 Chandelier all in the ceilin', think we fuckin' in the palace
 When you really gettin' millions, it gon' up a nigga status
 Up a nigga status
 Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
 Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
 Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
 Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
 It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
 I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
 I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
 I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
 They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
 I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
 Your favorite rapper burnt
 And he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
 Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
 We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
 I don't trust these hoes at all
 Just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
 We fuckin' up the mall
 If you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
 We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
 Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway, hmm
 Traphouse, had bitches countin' hundreds in the room
 How you claimin' you a street nigga havin' loose lips?
 Got a lot of new shit, Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship
 Got my niggas in the feds, gettin' loads when they get out
 Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out
 Got five bitches rollin' off the dope at the penthouse
 She ain't tryna give me no neck, she had to get out
 Send my young shooters, go wet some shit
 Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis
 When I pull up Mulsanne, she get crackin' on the dick
 Lil' shawty gave me brain, I almost crashed the whip
 Get her Saint Laurent, what's your shoe size?
 Fucked her, I done came 'bout two times, yeah
 I got top on top the rooftop, yeah
 Big Cullinan, suicide, yeah
 Cooler than a bitch (Cool)
 Let her think twice, my shooter in the VIP (Yeah)
 Tenth grade, bought a Frank Mueller off of licks (Yeah)
 Percocet, feelin' like I'm cruisin' on a ship (Woah)
 It's your birthday, put some icin' on your wrist (Ice)
 I reached every goal, had to write another list (Yeah)
 I'm strokin' on a toe while she bitin' on her lip (Stroke)
 I fly across the globe and I call another hit (Fly)
 They watchin' 'cause they know how slimey it can get (Slime)
 I'm ridin' to the top from the bottom of ditch (Bottom off the ditch)
 Your favorite rapper burnt
 And he runnin' out of hits (Runnin' out of hits)
 Say the wrong word, and I'ma shoot him in his shit (Yeah)
 We some big dogs, you a poodle, I'm a pit (Shoot him)
 I don't trust these hoes at all
 Just as far as I can spit (Far as I can spit)
 We fuckin' up the mall
 If you like it, then you get it (Like it, then you get it)
 We stack the money tall, if you broke, then we'll fix it (Tall)
 Ice
 Yeah
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 Slime
 Runnin' out of hits
 Yeah