Mr. Coola Songtext

Pussy niggas lurkin' on the low, please don't approach him
I'm givin' Mr. Wayne while in all black, I'm sippin' potion (Yeah)
You think I fuckin' lost it, man I really hate the notion (Pussy)
I keep it light, Mr. Coola, do it right, now come on, nigga
Cannot see me-me-me-me-me
What them fuckers thinking? (Fucker)
Into the night, I'm geeking
Niggas keep takin' my lighters, man
Right back out on the streets with thе freaks
And the drinks, and the pills, and thе thrills, damn

Woo, woo (Bitch, yeah)
It's the essence (Uh-huh)
Coolin' when I'm out
Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I'm rich Don't forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Man, I bought his bitch, hustlin' every week (Grindin')
Do so much, I'm like a freak, you wonder how I sleep, sleep
While I'm walkin' to my drippy beat, mosh pit over the seats
Told that girl, don't focus on my dough, but love her company (Yeah, baby)
Oh, no, tequila in me
Who gon' double with your nigga? All the liquor on me, man
(Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Baby girl say, "Run it back" (Back)
I'm drinkin' it, smokin', nigga, I'm potent
All of 'em with me smokin', suckin' me (Yeah)
She pop, she lovin' me, uh (Yeah)

It's the essence (Uh-huh)
Coolin' when I'm out
Got to mixin', I'm mixin', sick with it, diamonds in my mouth
Uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, uh-huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Bounce, bitch, let you grab my wish
Fuck it, man, I'm rich
Don't forget, godly on my mama, watch me flex my shit
Huh, fucker, huh, fucker
Mr. Coola out the fridge
Baby, be my ace, dry my tank

Huh, huh (Yeah)
Huh (Yeah, yeah)