Coolin' With Da Homies

I'm coolin' with da homies

I'm coolin' with da homies

Volcano's 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 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

Glaciers meltin' all around but they ain't gonna drown me

I'll get some frostbite but won't let it crank my style

I got these fresh beats everybody tryna copy

And 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 bla-bla-bla-bla

I told mama "Mother I ain't gonna come home"

I'm coolin' with da homies

I told mama "But I'm on the 'lone on the zone"

I'm coolin' with da homies

We roll up we gettin' turned

We go gangster style on everyone

I told mama "Mother 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 uhh