Cooling Kit by BTG SAM Lyrics

Gotta hunnid round in this bitch
Got a latina girl and she stay throwin' fits
They ask Sam why you the shit
Got a .40 and it came with a cooling kit
You ain't a stepper you a real bitch
Gucci, Louis, Prada I stay throwin' fits
Mix the potions up I act like a witch
They tryna hate but they still tryna take a flick

Ouu
Bitch I'm lit
Emo boy slit yo wrist
I'm talkin' guns no fist
Bitch I'm silent plead the fifth
Feds know I did the hit
All your money counterfeit
Insecure Will Smith
V8 I'm speeding shit
Try and catch up I'm too quick
She a treat not talkin' trick
BTG that's the only clique
Gotta hundred round in this bitch
Got a latina girl and she stay throwin' fits
They ask Sam why you the shit
Got a .40 and it came with a cooling kit
You ain't a stepper you a real bitch
Gucci, Louis, Prada I stay throwin' fits
Mix the potions up I act like a witch
They tryna hate but they still tryna take a flick

Hunt you down I ain't talking goose
You act likе you that dude
Kill your whole family, family feud
Opps on mе I gotta move
Light your family up I ain't talking fumes
I'm so high off the rock I ain't talking moon
I can't see shit yeah I'm so confused
Fuck wit me you better keep your cool

Gotta hundred round in this bitch
Got a latina girl and she stay throwin' fits
They ask Sam why you the shit
Got a .40 and it came with a cooling kit
You ain't a stepper you a real bitch
Gucci, Louis, Prada I stay throwin' fits
Mix the potions up I act like a witch
They tryna hate but they still tryna take a flick