Lyrics Coolin' - Joss

Bitch you know me
Riding through the 512
Pull up with my goons and we show you what it do
We be rolling up, that shit sticky like its glue
Shoutout to Paradox, need to free that boy soon

Bitches know me
Running shit like a nose bled
Motherfuckers that owe me
Never leaving they home because
They don't wanna see me out in public
With my cutlass
Chop you up quick
See how far my gun gets

Down your throat
Nah really, this ain't no joke
My ears are so fucking froze
Sauce dripping down to my toes
Eliminate all my foes
By switching up on my flows
This shit it never gets old

Never gets tiring
Do you not hear the sirens, b?
Fucked yo bitch for the irony
Now she just keep on eyeing me
Man yo face needs some ironing
Yuh

'Cause it's wrinkly and shit
I told her she my only star, then she twinkled my dick
You can call me Battleship, 'cause I'm sinking that shit
You can call me Yodel Kid 'cause I be making the news and
There ain't no disputing
I'm the greatest to ever do it, uh

I'm just kidding
That shit is just so forbidden
I ain't gon say I'm the greatest
Unless that shit, it be written
But I can kill all you motherfuckers in just one sitting
I'm going back to the kitchen 'cause I be cheffing it up
I'm the one that saves all the tracks, you just messing 'em up

Ain't nobody stepping up
While I be Stephing it up
You know my section is up
I'm coming straight from the cut
Excuse me, I mean the Fort
You know that I'm Worth it
Talking shit bout my verse
Then put you right in a hearse
And make your homies disperse
I'm calling this shit a curse because

Look, now I'll never get out
People try to run my mind, but never finding a rout
All these rappers out now, don't know what they talking about
Motherfuckers ain't running shit
Acting like you's a government
I ain't never need supplements
Never need it when cuffing shit
Fans, I know that they come for this
Got a following, covenant
I be rapping like comforters
And they tryna get under us

Double entendre monster
Constantly be
Chopping up beats, giving emcees
A reason to stop breathing
Before I eat you up, gotta sprinkle all of the seasons
Two albums down, you can say that I'm fucking seasoned
Back yo shit up, don't just hate for no fucking reason
Everybody listening knows that it's my season
And you's a fucking idiot thinking I won't seize it

Go ahead, talk shit, saying I ain't gonna make it
But when I do, you can't stay complacent
When I'm at the top, and you isn't adjacent
I stay with the blade, like I'm motherfucking Jason
Act like a bitch, get split when the base hits
Always at the top, I was never in the basement
Had a driveway, I was raised in the pavement
Getting new friends 'cause I'm getting new payments
Whoo!