COOLER THAN A BITCH (feat. Roddy Ricch)

Hey

Hey

Gunna：

Cooler than a b***h

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 s**t

Yeah

We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit

Shoot him

I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit

Far as I can spit

We f**kin' 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 b***h I put her in some Prada and BAPE

Young Wunna international in all fifty states

Woah

Listen I might buss a n***a war ready

Chop a n***a crew with a machete

Smokin' gasoline ninety-three 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 b***hes I keep all of 'em happy

Yeah

You ain't did nothin' for my b***h bought an all-gold Patek

She can suck a good d**k get the Benz four 'matic

Benz

This a rich n***a come and feel my fabric

Young GunWunna I got hundreds in my pants and my jacket

Chandelier all in the ceilin' think we f**kin' in the palace

When you really gettin' millions it gon' up a n***a status up a n***a status

Cooler than a b***h

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 s**t

Yeah

We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit

Shoot him

I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit

Far as I can spit

We f**kin' 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

Roddy Ricch：

Pull up to the Maybach in the driveway hmm

Traphouse had b***hes countin' hundreds in the room

How you claimin' you a street n***a havin' loose lips

Got a lot of new s**t Eliantte chain like the bottom of a ship

Got my n***as in the feds gettin' loads when they get out

Keefa had to bring the Bentayga with the kit out

Got five b***hes rollin' off the d**e at the penthouse

She ain't tryna give me no neck she had to get out

Send my young shooters go wet some s**t

Big brother taught me how to sip Actavis

When I pull up Mulsanne she get crackin' on the d**k

Lil' shawty gave me brain I almost crashed the whip

Get her Saint Laurent what's your shoe size

F**ked her I done came 'bout two times yeah

I got top on top the rooftop yeah

Big Cullinan suicide yeah

Gunna：

Cooler than a b***h

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 s**t

Yeah

We some big dogs you a poodle I'm a pit

Shoot him

I don't trust these h*es at all just as far as I can spit

Far as I can spit

We f**kin' 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

Slime

Runnin' out of hits

Yeah