Lyrics Coolin' II (feat. Jay Lyn Gatz) - Ramaj Eroc

Yo, I'm the coolest, come & chill, yo, we coolin'
Waka flocka on my nikes, oh leh do it
Boi, I'm fooling, call me
Walkie talkie, 'cause I walk it like I... nah
Call me lime rider, call a scooter, fuck a Uber
Rollin' dope, all my niggas hella zooted, liquored up
Aw fuck, screaming what they want, I think I'm Russ
Aw shucks, bitch I'm bout as black as Daffy Duck
Yuh yuh, tuh, and my hair nappy as fuck
So what? oh shit, you on some weak shit
Dollar dollar, pillow poppin', no more teeth shit
Holla holla, murder murder, on my Ja shit
Don't pop shit, hear me, I'm on my grizzy, on my Ja shit
Whoa! If you ain't chattin' checks, then nigga next
Hella stressed,
But a nigga hella blessed, I'm so obsessed with success nigga
When you need some chill, I'll give you some
I been the coolest nigga since Michael Young, what boi!

Look, yo
I'm a dog with it, wait
Dog, I be hogging the race
All ya'll jogging in place
Y'all fall, that's ya fate
Blog, then it's off with ya face
But I don't never bark. Need a plate
I'ma sauna the pace. Call it a vape
Sharp as a dart. Get away. Hard. Penetrate
Smart as a shark in a lake
Heart finna make a lot of large scars
That's hard for a barber to make
Gatz, but I gotta up the semi
Tracks picking up like a fucking semi
Send it up. I'm making fun of any
Nigga duck, I got the Bunny with me
Many mini mes. Mini Lynnies, kiddies please
Can't even lend me pennies
Timmy Timmy, geez
Gimme gimme, send me cheese
You niggas steal me plenty
Freeze. Known for coolin'
It's better than being known for nothing
Coffin brewin'
Too often we dumping Robitussin
Flow be droolin'
My bars giving you flow concussions
Won't be human. From Mars
In my ways, ho, I'm stuck in
Ugh!