Bool by Tripp Campbell Lyrics

Hook:

I stay on the low low
I’m cool
I don’t fuck with niggas anymore
And I flick my wrist now
I’m cool
I feel so alone when I’m in the booth
Got me a new bitch now
She’s cool
But she’s really not the one for me
Me & my brother real tight
We cool
If you fuck w me he gon follow suit

Verse:

Where you been at in the east side
It’s cold
Niggas fight you over some bars
And they always seem like
You’re cool
But it’s only when you in the room
Verse:
(Tripp Campbell & KAGE)

Fuck all that I’m real nice (niice)
I got all my wise guys (crew)
Shooting like it’s televised (shoot)
Smoking like its Mardi Gras (smoke)
She’s on the phone it’s a Guarantee (it’s secured)
Slaughter the vag then I’m so fatigue (I’m exhausted)
But with all o’ this stress can’t fall asleep (it’s insomnia)
That shit keep me awake like a coffee bean (it’s that cocoa)
I been this way since all my teens (Now I’m grown)
Trapping the same but without the lean (oh no no no)
Came a long way from the that Ivy League (oh na na na)
Like I Came all this way with a time machine (oh ma mama)
I Still carried all o’ my anxiety

Hook:

I stay on the low low
I’m cool
I don’t fuck w nigga anymore
And I flick my wrist now
I’m cool
I feel so alone when I’m in the booth
Got me a new bitch now
She’s cool
But she’s really not the one for me
Me my brother real tight
We cool
If you fuck w me he gon follow suit

Outtro:
(KAGE)

Diamonds on my wrist yes I’m cool
Smoking with your bitch in my stu
Come correct like Nike my dude
I don’t really got shit to prove