Cool Aid by BossnicX Lyrics
[Intro]
Yah Yeah X
Wrote this a long time ago
Yeah
[Verse]
Too many bitches x2
They hoe figures
I'm talking bout all the snitches that call themselves niggas
I'm talking bout all the D's that quick at catching feelings
The typa niggas who hit the pussy but with condition
She want a diamond some fancy clothes she wanna date
She hit the phone up its been three months she said she late
I want a mustang I want a million
Wanna find a place
Where I can run from all these hoes call it the great escape
My Niggas working we on that grind we ain't seen college
We rebels in a world fulla greed we fucking pirates
I wreck a brand new Mercedes up just to prove I got it
I buy my mama a brand new house just to prove I got it
They lost their souls to that triangle nigga no Bermuda
Wake up and pray to a different king no fan of Buddha
Aiming at mofucking planets nigga no star shooter
Rhymes healthy like citrus tell Nasty I bring the juice up
I'm straight up kasi I rob your girl with a good phone
I make the bed up in traffic I call the streets home
My nigga come to the crib he need a fix we argue for a couple hours
He saw the panties his girl own
I spit that fire x2
ShoutOut to dragon
Grew up in ghettos and slums aiming at fucking mansions
My Nigga come to the crib I swear you'll wish
That your girl ain't hear this shit
And start acting like a dumb bitch
[Distorted vocals]
Start acting like a dumb bitch
Yeah x4
Yah fuck it up X woah what Yeah check it
[Outro]
I'm just flexing in my own lane
Bitches say they love me ya'll insane
Busy getting head while recording
Not talking membrane
Always in the cave with the bats
Yall call me Bruce Wayne
Yah Yeah X
Wrote this a long time ago
Yeah
[Verse]
Too many bitches x2
They hoe figures
I'm talking bout all the snitches that call themselves niggas
I'm talking bout all the D's that quick at catching feelings
The typa niggas who hit the pussy but with condition
She want a diamond some fancy clothes she wanna date
She hit the phone up its been three months she said she late
I want a mustang I want a million
Wanna find a place
Where I can run from all these hoes call it the great escape
My Niggas working we on that grind we ain't seen college
We rebels in a world fulla greed we fucking pirates
I wreck a brand new Mercedes up just to prove I got it
I buy my mama a brand new house just to prove I got it
They lost their souls to that triangle nigga no Bermuda
Wake up and pray to a different king no fan of Buddha
Aiming at mofucking planets nigga no star shooter
Rhymes healthy like citrus tell Nasty I bring the juice up
I'm straight up kasi I rob your girl with a good phone
I make the bed up in traffic I call the streets home
My nigga come to the crib he need a fix we argue for a couple hours
He saw the panties his girl own
I spit that fire x2
ShoutOut to dragon
Grew up in ghettos and slums aiming at fucking mansions
My Nigga come to the crib I swear you'll wish
That your girl ain't hear this shit
And start acting like a dumb bitch
[Distorted vocals]
Start acting like a dumb bitch
Yeah x4
Yah fuck it up X woah what Yeah check it
[Outro]
I'm just flexing in my own lane
Bitches say they love me ya'll insane
Busy getting head while recording
Not talking membrane
Always in the cave with the bats
Yall call me Bruce Wayne