Текст песни Koolin' - Lil Herb
I'm
just
koolin
til
my
tape
drop
Welcome
to
Fazoland
the
mixtape
Let's
get
it
GANGGGG!!
10
birds
in
the
louie
bag
Wrapped
up
in
the
glad
top
Hop
straight
in
the
Audi,
9 tucked
in
the
stash
box
Got
thousands
everywhere
There's
money
piling
everywhere
Why
the
cops
hot
on
our
block?
Man,
there's
violence
everywhere
Boy
don't
try
us,
why
you
think
you
hear
them
sirens
in
the
air?
Hollows
flying,
mommas
cryin
There's
homies
sighin'
over
there
We
start
rollin
thru
them
blocks
Whips
stolen,
shooting
Glocks
Man
down,
blew
his
top,
then
walk
around
like
"who
was
shot?"
And
we
not
talkin
to
the
cops,
so
we
don't
know
what's
true
or
not
And
bitch
I
cop
so
many
fits
to
rock,
don't
know
whats
new
or
not
It's
Lil
Herbie
I
got
lots
of
swag
True
religion
all
that
Went
to
town
workin
lots
of
jabs
True
religion
skull
cap
Talkin
shit
then
get
ya
skull
cracked
Beat
that
nigga
wit
a
ball
bat
Pussy
niggas
I
ain't
dealin
wit
em'
Let
the
50
hit
em'
to
resolve
that
Why
the
whips
so
hot
I
spend
10
grand
tomorrow
I
promise
ima
make
it
all
back
Ima
ball
so
hard,
don't
got
no
competition
City
know
that
ima
dog
now
And
my
money
long,
just
imagine
all
the
niggas
tryna
call
my
phone
now
When
I
was
on
the
block,
you
ain't
really
think
that
I
could
do
it
on
my
own
NAH
Now
I'm
on
the
road,
smokin
doin
shows,
you
think
you
could
come
along?
NAH,
but
nah
you
ain't
real
Nigga
you
ain't
really
real
And
if
you
was
in
a
jam
and
you
had
to
give
up
info,
you'll
tell
Don't
walk
up
on
me,
what's
the
deal?
Mally
paranoid
let
the
semi
spill
CRAHHHH!!!
I'm
koolin
Koolin
In
this
hellhole
I'm
koolin
Koolin
In
this
hellhole
You
niggas
foolish,
I'm
just
coolin
and
yall
still
losin
I
see
you
tryna
steal
my
shit,
but
yall
can
still
use
it
And
I
ain't
trippin
bout
that
bitch,
man
she's
still
useless
Nah,
I
ain't
tryna
save
that
ho,
but
you
can
still
do
it
I'm
bout
my
paper,
I'm
just
chasin
Remy
keep
the
chaser
He
said
I'm
broke,
yeah
he's
a
hater,
he
must
be
mistaken
Pull
up
in
all
types
of
whips
They
all
excite
ya
bitch
On
Instagram
yall
like
to
kick
She
always
bite
the
dick
Got
no
time
for
relationships
Catch
me
on
flights
n'
shit
Or
I'm
in
the
9 in
the
nicest
whips
Runnin
thru
lights
n'
shit
Told
myself
if
this
shit
take
off
then
I
just
might
get
rich
Can't
forget
bout
that
hellhole,
I
spent
my
life
in
it
1 Designer
2 Everyday in Chicago
3 At the Light
4 Koolin'
5 Fight or Flight
6 4 Minutes of Hell, Pt. 3
7 On the Corner
8 Mamma I'm Sorry
9 On My Soul
10 Murder
11 Still F***ed Up
12 Love 2 Stunt
13 At Night
14 All My N*ggas
15 Ain't for None
16 Write Your Name
17 All I Got
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