Lyrics Koola on Koola (feat. Gutta Mook) - SoupKoola

I'm goin Koola on Koola
Dick like a ruler
Pistol grip her hips
Yea dat my shooter
Head yea medulla
I'm like her tutor
Rub it in on her head and her belly call that baby buhda
Breaking ground like I'm super
Breaking down karma sutra
Tryna turn around her mood or turn her frown and attitude to a hula baby hooper
Take her out on a groupon oh you down what is you on
Don't make me have to put a suit on
Babygirl I'm dressed to impress
I'm at a hater neck if he fails to respect
Bet
Ima poke ya face til it's wet
If it ain't about a check you gone cancel that
Ima vet
In and out of Claimin the set
Yet
I don't feel no pain or regret
For what I'm bout to do have done or ain't done yet
Hey yea yea yea

I'm goin heedy on heedy
Starving yet greedy
Appetite insatiable while tryna feed the needy
Tryna get a wiff of riri.
Or a hit up on my CD
So the industry would see me
Or for M-E-G to cc
Baby lemme rub lemme rub on ya
Hit the L, double up, flip a dub on ya
Hit the square, lift ya up, in club love ya
Quick to hit a Hot girl with a cold shoulder
Aaaah
Hot boy season
We up
Got no need to re up
Took a bop overseas and we fucked
Dropped her off on a beach now she stuck
Hit the states then I hit her sister
Then I skate I might get a blister
Said I did but I didn't miss her
Just to hit again after I dissed her

I'm goin Koola on Koola
Dick like a ruler
Pistol grip her hips
Yea dat my shooter
Head yea medulla
I'm like her tutor
Rub it in on her head and her belly call that baby buhda
Breaking ground like I'm super
Breaking down karma sutra
Tryna turn around her mood or turn her frown and attitude to a hula baby hooper
Take her out on a groupon oh you down what is you on
Don't make me have to put a suit on
Babygirl I'm dressed to impress
I'm at a hater neck if he fails to respect
Bet
Ima poke ya face til it's wet
If it ain't about a check you gone cancel that
Ima vet
In and out of Claimin the set
Yet
I don't feel no pain or regret
For what I'm bout to do have done or ain't done yet
Hey yea yea yea

I'm goin koola on koola entrepreneur
Baby the money the money done grew up
Play me I'm comin for talkin maneur
I came from the mud and slum and sewer
You can't beat me up so go fund me a shooter
The chains never tuck I go dumb with the jeweler
They say that we up So I'm comin to hollup
You claimin you tough but just run to computer
Sittin sideways In my driveway, thinkin crime pays, off the chain like a slave set free
Do it my way, hit the highway, raise the crime rate, never change always kept shit G
And the iron play rite beside me nigga I'm paid u can't hang nigga ain't shit sweet
Then the time change when the 9 sang you can buy mane let me say but ain't shit cheap
I'm goin Gutta La Fleurrrr
She bop in Dior
She throwin that ass and it drop the floor
I'm blowin that cash but got me some more
In go im the bag when I walk in the store
You want it to bad should've got it before
You told and it's sad u done lost the support
I aim and I blast then I'm poppin the court
Champagne in the glass then I'm poppin the cork
The fame what u had nigga not any more
I came with a sack I get profit for sport

I'm goin Koola on Koola
Dick like a ruler
Pistol grip her hips
Yea dat my shooter
Head yea medulla
I'm like her tutor
Rub it in on her head and her belly call that baby buhda
Breaking ground like I'm super
Breaking down karma sutra
Tryna turn around her mood or turn her frown and attitude to a hula baby hooper
Take her out on a groupon oh you down what is you on
Don't make me have to put a suit on
Babygirl I'm dressed to impress
I'm at a hater neck if he fails to respect
Bet
Ima poke ya face til it's wet
If it ain't about a check you gone cancel that
Ima vet
In and out of Claimin the set
Yet
I don't feel no pain or regret
For what I'm bout to do have done or ain't done yet
Hey yea yea yea